I just stare at her gobbling up calamari, fried ravioli, and stuffed mushrooms and somewhere in my awe, I fall a little more for Stella Reese.
I fall more than I’ve ever fallen in my entire life… I fall more than I ever intended on falling.
After dinner, we drive to my penthouse. We walk into my foyer and I notice Stella kick off her shoes. Around a chuckle I tell her, “Stella, leave your heels on.” Her eyes fly to mine, blinking at me for a moment before slipping her little feet back into her high heels.
“Okay.” She says quietly.
“I think we should start by you removing everything except the heels, Ms. Reese.” She balks at me and I shake my head before walking into the living room and taking a seat on my high, winged back leather chair. I lean back in the chair to rest my left foot over my right knee and steeple my fingers before narrowing my eyes on her still unmoving at the edge of the foyer.
“Do not make me repeat myself, Ms. Reese. Everything but the heels.”
She swallows several times before moving into action. The entire time she chews on that damn pouty bottom lip of hers. Once her clothes are removed she is standing before me in nothing but a pale pink corset and black stiletto high heels. NO Panties. FUCK.
“You are fucking stunning, Ms. Reese. Absolutely exquisite, breathtaking. Even though you’ve yet to do what I demanded, you’ve still made my cock so hard, it throbs. Now, after you’ve finished doing as I said, I want you to tell me how what I just said makes you feel.”
I watch as her trembling hands begin unbuttoning the corset fumbling several times with the buttons. A sardonic grin slithers its way onto my face when the pale pink material flutters to the floor in front of her;. Standing before me, the embodiment of seduction, her pale creamy skin is the epitome of perfection. Her breasts are pale and tipped with perfect light pink pebbled nipples, her pussy completely bare and ravishingly mouthwatering.
I feel like a famished man; one that has been neglected of sun, water, food, even life. For the first time, I’m granted a taste of heaven, feasting on the woman every single woman before her paled in comparison to.
I didn’t think it was even possible, but I fall even more for this Aphrodite, this enchanting little temptress, more than I ever thought possible. I fall for her right then and there.
Once I’ve somewhat gained a grasp on my quickly slipping reins of control, I clear my throat before speaking. “How do you feel standing in front of me completely bare knowing that I would give almost anything to bend you over that foyer table and fuck you until you passed out from pleasure alone?”
She fidgets on her feet, chewing on that goddamn lip of hers again and I watch uncertainty skate across her features. “I don’t know how to explain it… my mind is all jumbled up with words and feelings I don’t understand. Can I have a minute before answering?”
“No. You may not have a minute. I want you to tell me, Ms. Reese, does it make your pussy wet? It’s obvious I make your body shudder. I can see your body quivering from here. Now, answer the question, is your pussy wet?”
A blush creeps from the tops of her perfect perky tits up the delicate arch of her neck and settles high on her cheeks. “Yes, sir.”
“You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you, angel?” I ask.
She moans before answering, “Yes, sir.”
The beast within me snaps his shackles and batters his way through, instantly causing me to stand and stalk towards her. I stand towering over her tiny frame, my six four stature dwarfing her. “Put your fingers between your legs, rub that pussy for me, Ms. Reese. Right. Now.”
Her chest is heaving in breaths, making her breasts rise and fall over and over as her hand slides in between her legs and barely brushes herself before moving her hand back to her side again.
“No. Stella, rub your fucking clit until I can hear how wet you are, then finger your goddamn pussy. If I wanted you to slide your hand over it, I would have used those words. Now, if you want to make me proud: Finger. That. Pussy.”
Her blush deepens, staining her cheeks darker than I’ve yet to see on her beautiful face. As she does as I demanded, pride swells in my chest and blood swells my cock. I step back before unbuckling my belt then unbutton my slacks and release my cock. Slowly, I stroke it watching her from hooded eyes as she shudders.
When she looks down her eyes grow wide and she gasps before licking her lips and moving her hand faster. “Good girl, Stella, now—finger your cunt.”
She does as she’s told while I step back a few steps until I feel the back of my knees hit the chair behind me, I sit down and lean back, widening my knees and continue stroking. Stella’s eyes are clenched closed, her chest is rising and falling faster, and I know just by the quivering of her body’s muscles, she has brought herself to the brink of orgasm.
Bearing in mind the last time I kept her from release, I caught hell as well as created a set back for us, I slowly, softly tell her in the most authorative voice I can muster. “Stop, Ms. Reese. Remove your fingers, don’t you dare cum.”
Her eyelashes flutter open and confusion flashes across her features. “Huh?” She blinks rapidly but removes her hand.
“You want to be a good girl for me don’t you?” I ask again.
“Y-yes.”
I release my cock before raising my hand and crook my finger, “Come here, Ms. Reese.” She sways a bit before staggering forward, stopping when directly in front of me.
I smile up at her before instructing her, “Grab a pillow and set it on the floor between my feet.” I point to the couch covered in pillows, spurring her into action.
Once she has the pillow placed, I nod towards it, “Knees on the pillow, hands placed one on each thigh, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
And then it happens, right fucking here people - it happens - and if I weren’t already sitting down, my knees would’ve buckled and I would have landed on my ass.
Stella Jolie Reese settles into an almost perfect sub stance, her knees hit the pillow, legs bent putting her ass on her feet, her hands land softly, one on each of my thighs. Stella keeps her head down but I still see her smile around chewing her bottom lip.
I whisper to her in an even tone, “You have no idea how happy you make me. You doing okay?” Her head nods but I tilt her face up with one hand and grasp my cock in the other. When her eyes meet mine I tell her, “Words. From now on, Stella, you use words, not gestures, understood?”
“Yes, sir. And I’m fine. I promise.” Her hazel eyes are almost hunter green and completely clouded in lust.
I glance down at my cock in my hand then look, narrowing my eyes on hers, “Put the fingers you almost covered in cum inside my mouth.”
She brushes my lips with her two fingertips and I suck both in all the way to the knuckle before swirling my tongue around each one, licking her fingers clean. My eyes roll back into my head and close, a groan escapes my chest as her taste floods my mouth. I suck both fingers dry before releasing them.
“Finger that sweet goddamn cunt of yours again until you coat your fingers in cum, Ms. Reese.”
She immediately does as instructed, my fist tightens around my cock, stroking it faster as I watch her bring herself to orgasm, bucking against her hand wantonly. Her face chest and breasts are flushed… Her eyes never wavering from mine throughout the entire life altering moment.
I have to clear my throat before speaking, but the words still come out husky, “Put your cum covered hand around my cock.” I grab her hand forcing it to grasp my cock and watch as she awkwardly holds it before expertly running her thumb around the rim then over the slit collecting the pre-cum seeping from the tip.
“Have you ever had that pretty mouth of yours fucked before?” I ask.
She shakes her head, “No. I’ve… No.” The lust in in her eyes wars with uncertainty for a brief minute.
“Mmm… Good girl. When I ask you who you belong to, what are you going to say?”
“Y-you... Yo
urs, Wesley’s.” She keeps her eyes on mine.
A salacious smirk curls my lip, “Goddamn right you’re my good girl. Now wrap that cum covered hand around the base of my shaft, open those pretty lips and lick my cock from root to tip. When your tongue gets to the tip, swirl it around the rim then wrap your beautiful fucking mouth around my cock and suck. I want you to suck so hard your cheeks hollow, understood?”
“Yes sir.” She immediately tongues my cock, licking as instructed, and when the heat of her mouth consumes my cock, I almost blow my load. I bite a hole through my cheek trying to keep myself from cumming too soon. As the metallic flavor hits my tongue, Stella continues sucking my cock into her mouth until the head hits the back of her throat.
“Yes, FUCK yes, Stell. Goddamn it, baby.” My fingers thread into her hair at the base of her skull and clench fists full of her long, dark loose curls. On their own accord my hips thrust up, but Stella never loses a beat. “Fist my cock at the base, pump your hand in rhythm with your sucks. FUCK. FUCK YES! Goddammit, I love your mouth, Stella, Jesus Christ.”
Over and over again the head of my cock pushes against the back of her throat before slipping past the ring of muscles in her throat. I vaguely remember her gagging, and tears streaming down her face, but I’m beyond rational thought. Using my hands I tighten my grip in her hair before using it as leverage. My hips thrust into her mouth, as my fists yank her face closer. I fuck, literally fuck Stella’s mouth…
When finally, by the grace of God, I come to my senses and make myself release the death grip on her hair, she sucks until the popping sound signals the dreaded release of my cock from her mouth.
I look at her completely dumbfounded as she wipes the tears from her face. And I’m certain shock has consumed my features, “What? I did it wrong?” Her brows knit.
“Ahh, hell fuck no you didn’t. Only certified cock inhalers suck cock like that, what the fuck, Stell?” I harshly demand.
“I read books, well…” She shrugs as shy as a school girl. “Smut books, I read smut books a lot. They can be… very descriptive.” She looks back up at me with a grin, “I took notes, just in case…”
“Took notes? The fuck, did you study them morning noon and night too?” I ask before shaking my head, “Never mind. Don’t. That’s not important.” An exasperated sigh is released from my lungs. “I’d ask if I’m going slow enough for you.” I shove the heels of my hands into my eye sockets, “But I swear to Christ, if I went any faster, I’d swallow you whole right this second.”
After I move my hands from my face, I look down and the sight of her on her knees looking up at me from between my thighs starts doing crazy shit to my chest again. It twists and constricts almost cutting off the words trying to come out.
“Ms. Reese, have you ever heard the term ‘safe word’?” I shove the question out with more difficulty than I anticipated.
“Yes, sir.” She nods.
“I told you I would push and bend until you break. However, though I want to break you, I would rather die and spend an eternity in hell before shattering you. So, to avoid that, you give me a word, no more than two syllables, a word that you speak only before you shatter and lose yourself. Ms. Reese, I need you to give me your safe word.”
“Rust.” She says with such evident determination I have to bite my tongue from asking the meaning behind her choice of words.
“Rust it is.” I stand before gathering both of her hands in mine, pulling her to her feet and leading her to my room.
Chapter 14
What a Stupid, Scared Lamb
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
My internal rallying is cut off when Wes leads me through the heavy double doors and into a bed room that closely resembles the one used by Jonathan Rhys Meyers or Henry VIII from The Tudors.
A huge massive four-poster king size bed resting on a raised platform takes up most of the far wall. Dark gleaming hardwood floors peek out from around plush area rugs strategically placed throughout the room. Off to the side a small bar is sounded by a sitting area with furniture in the same dark reds, browns and gold colors the rest of the room holds.
The sound of Wesley’s shoes clunking on the floor draws my attention to where he now stands beside the bed. I watch in utter fascination as he slowly unbuttons his dark gray dress shirt, his eyes never leave mine, but my nerves keep me from being able to maintain eye contact. Once my eyes slide to his hands I can’t stop them from devouring every inch of the tan skin he reveals, inch by inch, button by button.
After his shirt is completely unbuttoned he makes quick work of his cuffs before his shirt flutters to the floor and the weight of his belt causes his pants to do the same.
Son of a FUCK. The man is absolutely beautiful. No, not just beautiful, I mean he is the epitome of male perfection. Look! Count them! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8— You get that ladies? Eight pack. Jesus Christmas, I thought the V was a mythical thing; a photo shopped, or spray tan, an optical illusion. No. No. I gladly. Fuck gladly, I emphatically, enthusiastically, announce it is absolutely not. They do exist. I know I’m gawking, running my eyes from his broad freckled tan shoulders to his narrowed waist over and over but shit, I can’t help it. It’s like Twitch, Remy, and Jesse all tossed their DNA together, and I get to ride the result!
“Come here, Stella.” His husky command causes a shudder to convulse throughout my body before I instantly move forward.
Out of pure instinct my head remains lowered, I’m uncertain if it’s because I’m trying to hide my excitement or something else altogether.
When I’m standing in front of him it places his cock directly in my field of vision. Damn, even his cock is beautiful. Every fucking thick rigid inch of it. I lick my lips as the memory of tasting him floods my mind.
I hear Wesley tsk me before feeling his fingertips touch my chin and tilt my head back until my eyes meet his. His husky voice causes my thighs to clench together on their own accord, but his words have my eyes rolling back into my head before moaning, “As much as I love fucking that pouty mouth of yours, angel, I will lose my goddamn mind and blow this entire thing if I allow your lips anywhere near my cock right now.”
His hands span my waist and he hauls me up causing me to yelp before gently lying me down on the bed. He walks around to the other side until he’s at my head, “Arms, angel.” I raise my arms and lay them above my head. His fingers circle both wrists before I feel silky material slithering around them and tighten, binding them together then anchoring them securely to the bed.
The position pulls my shoulders further back into the mattress, pushing my breasts out to a Russian salute. I close my eyes and listen as his bare feet pad across the hardwood floor.
When I feel the silk material being tied around my right ankle and then anchored spreading me open it evokes panic to jolt through me and thrum through my veins. The panic causes me to struggle for breath.
The palpable change in me seems to go unnoticed by Wesley, his movements never pausing as he continues binding my left ankle to the opposite side of the bed, spreading me even wider.
He walks until he is standing directly over me before a smile curls his lips, “Perfectly flayed— bare open for my eyes to see, and visually worship every delicious curve and line of your exquisite fucking body.”
I can barely make his words out around the sound blood rushing in my ears.
A mantra, or chant starts battering it’s way around inside my mind: I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Make him stop, tell him to stop. I can’t fucking do this, say it! Scream it goddamn it! RUST!
“Shhh… Ms. Reese, open you eyes and look at me right this second.” I clench my eyes tighter, and pull my lips into my mouth before biting down on them and shaking my head back and forth. My chest is heaving, my nose flaring, I can’t breathe. There isn’t enough oxygen.
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Tell him to stop. I can’t fucking do this, say it! Scream it! RUST!
SMACK! My eyes
fly open and I gasp, pulling blessed air into my lungs. He just slapped the fuck out of my… “Did you just slap my pussy? Did you just open-palm slap the fuck out of my pussy?!”
His face mirrors the devils with that wicked damn grin dancing across as he slides his hands from my ankles to the inside of my thighs before he looping each thigh over his arms and bringing his face an inch away from my core. His hands rest on my abdomen and he glances down before his shoulders nudge me completely exposed, “It fucking worked, didn’t it? You piped the fuck down.” He growls through his teeth before licking me, splitting my bare folds wide open.
“Holy shit!” I cry out. My head pushes into the mattress and my neck arches bringing my back clear off the bed. His fingers link across my lower belly and his hands still my lower half from bucking away from his talented tongue. He shoves his tongue inside me before swirling it around and lapping up the wetness caused by his brilliantly skilled mouth. When his teeth and lips clamp down around my clit and suck it into his mouth my vision fucking tunnels.
I vaguely hear myself moaning the words, “Oh my God!” His finger slides inside of me knuckle deep and crooks, thrusting in sync with the rhythm of his tongue sucking and flicking my sensitive clit.
“Gawddammit!” The scream rips from my throat as sheer, unmitigated euphoria swallows me whole, pulling me further under than ever before.
Seconds, minutes, hell hours could’ve passed before I feel myself surfacing. However long it was, it was long enough for Wesley to release me from my silken restraints and turn me onto my stomach.
His fingertips bite into the flesh of my hips before he raises my ass up, “Jesus fucking Christ, Stella.” He groans before shoving his head between my legs from behind, I feel his nose between my ass cheeks as his tongue swipes, lapping up cum from my pussy. His hot breath puffs against my swollen wet flesh, “If pussy were a food, and I could live off cunt alone I would never leave this fucking table, I swear to Christ.”
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