by Tabatha Kiss
Nora backs off, quickly moving to a more open area to get out of the way. I follow her, still not entirely convinced that she’s okay.
“So, what’s next?” I ask. “Was there another scene you were curious about?”
“Scene?” she asks, furrowing her brow.
I grin. “You really are a beginner.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, a scene is basically a—”
“Actually, Clive,” she interrupts, “I think I’m just gonna take off.”
A protective surge stuns my gut. “You sure?”
“Yeah. Things just got a little too real on me for a Wednesday night, ya know?” She chuckles and awkwardly pushes her hair behind her ear. “I should go and try to get some sleep.”
“Right.” I check my watch. Still a bit of time left on my break. “Where are you parked?” I ask.
“In the garage down the block,” she answers, throwing up a hand. “But you don’t have to—”
“I’ll walk you to your car,” I say over her.
“Clive, I’m fine.”
“Come on.”
I’m not taking no for an answer here. Hell, part of me wants to drive her home myself. She passed out under my hand. I pushed her too hard and I don’t want her out of my sight again for the rest of the night.
I lead her to the exit, pausing to give Judy a quick heads up on my way out. She takes one look at Nora and gives me a subtle wink. No worries, it means. Thanks for looking out for the newbies.
I hold the door open and Nora follows me outside. She instantly throws her jacket back on and wraps her arms around her chest to block out the late autumn chill. The weather doesn’t hurt me much but I’ve got fifty pounds on her, at least. It’s admirable, honestly; How a woman so tiny managed to become such a big deal.
I let her point the way and we set out toward the parking garage a few blocks east.
After a minute of silence, Nora clears her throat. “So, how long have you worked there?” she asks.
I count back. “Six months. Give or take.”
“Do you like it? I mean, it’s gotta be better than plugging numbers for me all day.”
I chuckle. “Well, when you put it that way…”
She smiles. “I won’t take it personally.”
“It’s different,” I answer. “More stressful, in a way. I usually don’t have to worry about Ali in accounting passing out mid-spanking.” Nora’s face screws up and I cringe. “Too soon?”
“Little bit…” She laughs.
“Sorry.”
“It’s all right. I’m sure I’ll wake up one day and find it hilarious.” Her face relaxes. “Has anything like that ever happened before?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Are you lying to make me feel better?”
“No.”
“Pinky promise?”
I chuckle. “I swear. Things like that aren’t uncommon. It can get intense in there.”
Nora looks at me and nods, seemingly satisfied with the response.
We reach the parking garage a bit too quickly. I need more alone time with her if I’m ever going to figure out where she stashes her client list. And I honestly wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with her in other ways as well…
My fingers tingle with the memory of her body in my lap. Her chest softly rising and falling. Blood rushing to my groin and me silently praying she can’t feel the bulge against her hip.
“Just over here,” she says, pointing across the lot.
I spot the scarlet red sedan in the corner, parked behind a giant, black truck. Once again, I’m instantly happy with my decision to walk her back to her car. It’s not the safest neighborhood and a dark corner like this is ample opportunity for someone to try and mug her. Or worse.
But also…
I glance around. There are only a few other cars parked in this area and with that truck blocking most angles…
Nora turns to face me next to the driver’s side door. “Thanks for walking me back,” she says, popping open her little purse to find her car keys.
“No problem,” I say. “I’m happy to do it.”
She pulls the handle, opening the door an inch. “I’ll see you tomorrow—”
I rest my hand on the door, blocking it. “Wait.”
She pauses, her eyes slowly rising to look at me. There’s a flush of color on her face, like a jolt of electricity she can’t deny.
I lick my lips and shift just a little closer, forcing her head to tilt up as I stand over her. “Kiss me,” I say.
She blinks. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“No.” Her head shakes back and forth. “No, I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” She scoffs. “I shouldn’t have come back here anyway. I’m your boss.”
“Only from nine-to-five,” I argue. “And it’s the 21st century. No one cares about that kind of crap anymore.”
“I care about that kind of crap anymore,” she says. “I don’t mix business and… whatever the hell that was back there.”
“Did it feel good?”
She tries to open the door but I pin it closed.
“Did it feel good?” I ask again, inches away from her ear.
Her breath skips. “Yes,” she says.
“Which part?” I ask, digging deeper. “The pinch of the flogger against you… or that it pleased me?”
Nora closes her eyes. “I don’t know…” she whispers.
I lay a hand under her chin and guide her up to look at me. “I can make you feel like that again, Nora. You just have to submit to me.”
She shivers.
“That’s what you came out here for, isn’t it?” I ask. “To find someone who will make you forget who you are for just a little while. Someone who can dominate you… and fuck you the way you were always meant to be fucked.” She doesn’t say a word. “Nora, I’ll back off if that’s what you really want. You can start coming to the club again and find some other guy who might know a thing or two.” I caress her cheek. “Or you can stick with me, someone familiar but not too familiar, who can give you what you need.”
“And what do I need?” she asks.
“You know what.” I take a deep breath of her scent and it fires all the way down to my knees. “Let me give it to you.”
She’s breaking. I can feel it. I just have to push her a little bit further…
“Say yes,” I urge as I glide my hand down over her breasts. “Say yes and I’ll show you what I can do right now.”
Her head rolls back, exposing her neck as she rests it against the car roof. My cock twitches in my jeans at the sight of that white handkerchief fastened to her throat.
My white handkerchief.
I reach her pants and I pop the button free as tires skid around the corner from us. Her breath catches in her throat and her hesitant eyes open wider with every inch I slide her zipper down but she doesn’t stop me. The car continues on, disappearing up the echoing tower.
I kiss her, firmly enveloping her lips. It feels like a firecracker exploding against my face. Can’t say that’s ever happened before. I want to feel it again.
I kiss her a second time and her lips move to kiss me back.
She tilts slightly away from me. “We shouldn’t…” she says, her vocal elongated by desire.
“You know what to say,” I whisper. “Wait. Stop. Or…”
I slide my finger along the tip of her clit, making her gasp as she clenches my biceps. She’s so sensitive. I can feel the wetness up to my knuckles already. I want to touch her and taste her and hear her say my name.
“Wait. Stop.” I repeat it, prompting more from her. “Or…”
Nora reacts to the pressure I give her, her mouth sagging and her tongue just barely passing her lips. “Clive,” she finally says.
I part my lips to massage my tongue with hers. She fully kisses me back this time. A light moan vibrates the back of her throat, heating the blood i
n my veins. Her head falls again and I attack her neck, nibbling and sucking along the upper rim of the handkerchief.
“Outside the office…” I whisper, “you’re to call me Mr. Snow.”
She nods, unable to speak.
“You’re going to open yourself to me now.”
She moans in my ear, my hips gently bucking against my fingers still pressed along her clit, using my hand for her own undeniable pleasures.
“I’m going to eat you out until you come on my face,” I say.
She shivers in response and touches her lips to mine with a deep, longing kiss. I feel it all the way down in my groin as my cock throbs with need.
“And then...” I lay my free hand on the back of her neck, curling my fingers around her dirt-blonde hair. I pull it back, making her look at me. “You’re going to suck my cock. You’re going to make me come with that pretty, little mouth. Do you understand?”
A wave of pleasure strikes her and I watch as it rolls over her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Snow,” she says. “I understand.”
I release her hair. “Backseat. Now.”
Nine
Clive
Nora moves immediately, turning away to open the car door. I lay a hand on her shoulder to guide her inside and take one last glance around the parking garage before following her.
The seat is clean and barely used from the looks of it. It’s also wide enough to comfortably seat three grown men. I feel a twinge of envy over it but it doesn’t last. A beige garment bag hangs from a bar above the door beside her and my lips twitch with inspiration.
“Take your pants off,” I tell her.
Nora bobs off the seat to push them down her ass.
“Slowly,” I add as I reach for my belt.
She does as she’s told, inching them down to rest by her ankles.
“Lay on your back.”
I pull my belt free but I keep it in hand. Nora shifts on the seat, pointing her feet at me as she eases down to rest her head by the opposite door.
“Give me your hands.”
She hesitates, her eyes bouncing from me to the belt.
“Do you trust me, Ms. Payne?” I ask.
She twitches slightly, giving it a moment’s thought before raising both of her hands.
I take hold of them, performing a simple knot to bind them together at the wrist. She sits forward, letting me pull them up over her head. I chuck the beige garment back to the floor and fasten her wrists to the bar.
Nora stares up at me, quivering with need and nervous fear and everything in-between.
I settle on the seat with my hands on her thighs. “How does that feel?” I ask her.
She exhales a shaking breath. “Good.”
“Do you like it?”
Her smile spreads, even if she doesn’t know it. “Yes,” she answers.
I hook my fingers into her panties. “Then, you’re gonna love this,” I say, sliding them to her ankles.
I move down the seat, positioning my face between her thighs. Her essence touches my nose and my mouth instantly waters for her. It takes all my self-control not to bury my face in her right now. I focus on her skin instead, brushing my lips along her inner thighs and teasing the sensitivity there.
Nora reacts as expected with labored breaths and quiet moans just for me. “Mr. Snow…” she says, requesting more.
I reach up her body to grasp her neck. “Shh,” I say. “You’ll come when I want you to.”
She squirms, raising her hips, and I tighten my grip to calm her.
“You want it that badly?” I ask. “Say it.”
“I want it,” she repeats.
“Beg me for it, then.”
“Please, Mr. Snow,” she says, speaking through the opening beneath her restrained hands. “I need it.”
I kiss her mound, taking a deep breath of her. “You need what?” I ask. “Be specific… and I’ll give you what you want.”
Nora bites her lip. “I need you to eat my pussy,” she says.
“Yes?”
“Fuck me with your tongue,” she adds. “Make me come for you.”
I reward her with a quick lap, just barely touching her clit. A moan falls free and her hips buck beneath me, wanting oh-so-much more. “You’re a very dirty girl, aren’t you, Ms. Payne?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers.
“You’re going to come the second I touch this clit again, aren’t you?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I kiss her inner thigh, coming close to her slit but just barely. Her moisture covers the outer lips, enticing me enough to take just a little taste of her.
“Mmm,” I groan. I lick her again, coating the tip of my tongue. “You are so,” I steal one more taste, “delicious.”
“Mr…” she begs, her voice falling fast.
I plunge my tongue between, separating her folds to find her dripping, wet entrance waiting for me. Her flavor takes me over, bewitching every thought I have. I start fucking her pussy with my tongue, reaching in as far as I can but it’s not nearly as deep as I want to be.
Her knees twitch around my shoulders. She struggles to lie still, so I shift both hands to cup her breasts. They’re perky but not small. Just large enough for me to get a good handful of her. I feel her nipples poking my palms and I adjust my touch to pinch them through the fabric of her blouse, bringing sharp winces to her face.
I keep fucking her sweet pussy. I can’t stop fucking it. Every quick stroke brings more pleasure to her eyes and it’s my mission to see her explode. Her body pulses and throbs, just begging me to let it all end. I massage her tits and lap at her until the windows fog over and she can barely speak English.
“Beg me,” I growl.
Nora’s lips tremble. “Please,” she squeaks. “Let me come.”
I seal my lips around her clit and Nora screams. I watch her climax for me, experiencing the most beautiful side of her. I slide my tongue inside once more to feel her inner muscles squeeze it right back out again. Her orgasm is swift but painfully pleasant. I want to make her do it again.
“Mr. Snow,” she groans, her voice ruined with desire.
“Yes,” I say, lapping her up. “Good girl.”
I rise up, staying between her widespread legs. She relaxes a bit but I won’t let her rest for too long. I reach up to slide the belt free of the bar, leaving her wrists bound together.
Her hands fall to her stomach, weak and shaking. I touch her wrists, sliding a finger between her skin and the belt to make sure it didn’t get too tight for her.
“Take three breaths,” I tell her. “Then, sit up on your knees.”
Nora nods and closes her eyes while I inspect her wrists a little closer. I find a few red markings but nothing that will stand out to anyone not looking for them. She dug her nails into the belt and left behind tiny notches in the old leather. I smile, not mourning the future reminders of this scene one bit.
“Do these hurt?” I ask, running a finger along her pink wrists.
Her eyes flutter open and she exhales. “No,” she answers, taking in her second breath.
I release her hands, giving her control to rest them again. She stares at the ceiling above her and I admire the new flush in her cheeks and the glow on her skin. She needs this. She needs this badly.
“Nora,” I say, drawing her gaze. “What brought you out here? To Red Brick.”
She sits up slowly and leans on the door behind her. “A friend,” she says. “She told me it would help relieve my stress.”
I smile. “Is it working?”
A giggle falls from her lips as she breathes in again. “I’ll tell you tomorrow,” she says.
“That’s three,” I count. I raise a hand and prompt her forward with a finger twitch. “Come here.”
She shifts onto her knees like I told her to before. I sit down on the seat, motioning her over me and she moves into position above my groin. I’m tented already, eager and hard with anticipation and by the look in her eyes, so is she. She r
eaches for my zipper with bound hands without a word from me and I shift closer to give her a better angle. I push off the seat, letting her pull my pants down to my knees, but I stop her from taking them down any farther than that.
Nora stares at my cock and her eyes widen. It’s not the first time I’ve seen that reaction cross a woman’s face but it sure never gets old either. I lay a hand on the back of her head and comb through her bright hair. She wets her pink lips, preparing them to be stretched.
“Take your time,” I tell her, caressing her neck. “I want you to enjoy it.”
Her eyes flicker with desire and a little mischief. I may have underestimated how much fun Ms. Nora Payne can be.
She bends down, moving past my shaft to kiss near the base instead. I smile at each deep peck she leaves with her plump, wet lips and I rest back on the headrest.
Her tongue swipes my balls, forcing a soft laugh out of me, before she moves her tongue halfway up my cock. That warm breath and her wet touch make me clench. She’s toying with me the same way I toyed with her. I might explode the second I enter her fucking mouth.
“Good girl,” I tell her, grunting for more.
She moans, softly vibrating my glans, and I dig my nails into her scalp. Fuck, she feels so good. If her mouth feels this fucking good, I can only imagine what her tight cunt will do to me.
Her tongue touches my tip and I groan. Warmth throbs throughout my loins and my balls rise for release. I hold it all back, wanting so much more from her. I want to feel the back of her fucking throat. I want her to come while she’s sucking me off.
I move my hand down her back and rest it on her ass. She doesn’t seem to mind, as another moan slides from her lips as I squeeze her little cheeks.
“Keep going,” I say. “Don’t stop, no matter what I do. Understand?”
Nora makes eye contact and I look at her with the same mischievous glint she gave me. Her mouth opens and she lowers down to take my whole tip in her mouth. I flex my jaw, rocked with a pleasure I want to share with her.
I slide a finger inside her slick pussy. Her back tenses and her suction on me increases as she reacts.