by Ellis O Day
She didn’t. She did. “Yes. Stop.” She tugged on his wrist until he moved his hand. Part of her wanted to cry at the loss, but this was her night. She turned so she was once again straddling him. Her eyes locked with his as she lowered herself against him and rubbed right where she’d wanted him to touch. She whimpered. He felt so good, so right.
“Unzip me, please.”
She kissed his neck as she rocked against him. “Not yet.” She leaned back, keeping her pussy pressed against his cock as she reached around her back.
His dark eyes zeroed in on her breasts as she unhooked her bra. She held it in front of her for a second or so, watching his face as it hardened even more. He licked his lips, a quick little lick but it was like he’d touched her with his tongue. She dropped her bra and his eyes darkened.
She leaned forward, her hand trailing down his chest to his pants. His hands moved to her waist and upward, cupping her breasts.
“Did I tell you that you could touch me?”
“I’m not.” He squeezed and his fingers pinched her nipple.
She moaned and unbuttoned his pants. “Liar.”
She dipped her fingers under his waistband feeling the top of his penis. It was hot and hard and ready for her. She carefully unzipped his pants and scooted back and stood. Her legs shook with desire and his hands grabbed her hips steadying her. She pulled her underwear down and stepped out of them. She put her foot on his thigh. “Take off my shoe.”
“Leave them on.” He lifted her foot and kissed her toes, his eyes meeting hers. “And the stockings. Please.”
“Okay.” She’d do whatever he wanted when he looked at her like that—all hot desire and need. She glanced down at his crotch where his penis jutted proudly from his lap. “Your pants.”
“Won’t get in the way.” He pulled a condom from his back pocket and lifted slightly, shoving his pants down his hips. He grabbed her hand, tugging her toward him.
She knelt over his thighs.
“Touch me,” his words were a plea.
She wrapped her hands around his thick shaft, reveling in the velvety hardness of him. She licked her lips and bent toward him. She wanted to taste him.
He grabbed her chin, stopping her. “Later. I’ll never last this time and I want to be inside you when I come.” He tore open a condom and slid it down his dick. “Now, Sarah.”
His patience was gone. This was the most control she could still have. If she disobeyed, he’d do what he wanted. She wrapped her hands around him again and lowered herself, rubbing his cock along her slit and moaning as his heat and hardness pressed against her clit. She lifted and did it again and again. She was so close to coming, just another couple of times.
“Fuck, Sarah. Enough with the games.”
He jerked her forward, thrusting his hips upward. She gasped as he shoved into her, all the way, stretching her, filling her. Her body already coiled tight exploded and she rocked against him as she came.
“Shit. You feel so good.” He thrust into her again and again as she clamped down around him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts smashed against his chest as she bucked with her release. He thrust one more time, groaning into her neck as he came.
Several moments later, he muttered against her neck, “I’m buying this couch when our time is up. I fucking love this couch.”
She laughed, holding him tighter against her.
Book 3
School Fantasy
CHAPTER 1: NICK
Nick checked his watch as Ethan sat down at the table. “You’re late.” He pulled a manila envelope from his briefcase and handed it to his friend. “Give this to Sarah.” He’d let her take control last weekend, but this Saturday was his turn.
Monica, the waitress, hurried over. “Hi Ethan. Haven’t seen you around in a while.”
“I’ll have the burger, medium with salad on the side.” Ethan barely looked at the girl and she wasn’t happy about it.
“I’ll have the pepper steak, fries on the side and a refill.” He held out his almost empty glass of iced tea.
“Yeah. Sure.” She gave Ethan another seductive look. “And what would you like…to drink?”
It used to bother him that Ethan seemed to cast a spell over every woman he met but he’d outgrown that years ago. He could have her later if he wanted. She’d be in Ethan’s employ before long.
“Iced tea, no sugar.” When she continued to stand there, Ethan looked up at her. “Did you need something else?”
“No.” She huffed and strode away.
“Hasn’t taken the bait yet, huh?” he asked.
“Almost.” Ethan stared at the waitress until she looked his way and then he quickly averted his eyes. “I think today will do it.”
Ethan was an expert at attracting and catching women. Once he found a girl he wanted to recruit—usually waitresses, bartenders, etc.—he’d hang out where she worked for months, flirting with her. Eventually, he’d give her his card and offer to show her around the place. Some women were immediately intrigued by the sex club. They’d show up, he’d take them on a tour, seduce them and offer them a job. Others, like Monica, took more time.
Monica returned with their drinks and glanced around.
“Is there something else?” Ethan’s gaze roamed up her body to her face.
Her breathing increased, making her breasts press against her shirt. “Yeah.” She glanced around again. “I was wondering if you still wanted to…”
“Wanted to what, Monica?”
She took a deep breath. “Show me around your club.” A hint of a blush crept into her cheeks.
Ethan smiled as he took her hand. “I’d love nothing more.” His fingers caressed her skin. “Give me your address and I’ll send a car for you. Be ready at ten.” He looked up at her as he kissed her palm. “Expect to be out late.”
“What should I wear? I’ve never been to a place like that.” She scribbled on her order pad and handed the paper to him.
“Something sexy is best, but you can wear anything. People come in shorts, jeans, business attire, lingerie and everything in between.” Ethan kissed her hand again and by her shiver, he’d used his tongue, before letting her go. “I’ll see you tonight.”
She smiled and left.
“You want to join us?” Ethan took a drink.
“How do you know she’d even be willing to do both of us? Usually, you wait until you’ve fucked them a few times before you initiate a ménage.” He and Ethan had participated in threesomes many times over the years. It was one of the ways Ethan broke his new girls into the club scene.
“She’s interested.” Ethan’s eyes wandered to Monica again. “She’s ready to experiment, break out of her shell.” He looked back at Nick. “I’ve been doing this a long time. I can tell. She’ll be nervous but willing.”
He had no doubt that Ethan was right. The man had a sixth sense about these things. “Thanks, but I’m in a contract, remember?”
“One that doesn’t obligate you to be celibate on your off nights.”
“I know but I want to convince Sarah to forego condoms.” He really wanted to feel her without the rubber between them. Feel her heat and her muscles clamping down on his bare cock. He needed to stop thinking about that or he’d cause a scene when he left. His dick was already rising for action.
“We’ll use them with Monica so you’ll be safe.”
“But I’ll have to tell Sarah and…there’s no way she’ll agree if she knows I’ve been with someone else. Even protected.”
Ethan studied him. “Telling her isn’t required. She knows what’s in the contract.”
“I know that.” Great. Now, Ethan would think there was more to his relationship with Sarah than sex. “But, thanks to you, I’ve learned honesty in these situations is best.”
“I agree, but I hadn’t realized you believed that too.” Ethan continued to watch him closely. “The sex is better if you’re both honest.”
The sex
couldn’t get any better between him and Sarah, but it could go bad and he’d do anything he had to in order to keep that from happening. “Exactly. And since I really want to eliminate condoms, a night with your new protégé won’t work.”
“Are you sure?” Ethan looked at the waitress. “She’s young, beautiful and this will be her first foray into something other than typical sex.”
He studied Monica. She was beautiful, with long, straight, black hair and an olive complexion, but he wasn’t in the mood. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“I guess I’ll ask Patrick.” Ethan smiled at Monica as she brought their lunches to the table.
“Enjoy.” Her eyes devoured Ethan.
“Oh, we will, especially tonight.”
“I have no doubt.” Her eyes ran over Ethan’s frame.
“I was thinking about inviting Nick”—he nodded at his friend—“to join us.”
He sent Ethan a glare but his friend only had eyes for the waitress.
Monica glanced at Nick, her eyes roaming over him. “I…I’m not sure.”
“I think you are.” Ethan took her hand. “Nick’s a good guy. Very good.”
She flushed.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Ethan kissed her hand again. “You’ll never have to do anything you don’t want to. Not with me. Not at my club.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
Her gaze darted to Nick. “Then okay.”
“Fabulous.” Ethan smiled and let go of her hand.
Another customer waved at her. “I’ve got to go.” She left.
“Why’d you do that. I told you I wasn’t interested.” Sometimes Ethan pushed too hard, expecting everyone to bow to his will, but he wouldn’t. Not this time.
“Fine. Sleep alone dreaming of Sarah.”
“I’m not dreaming of Sarah.” He was. Every night. “I have a lot of work to do. You’ll be working. I won’t.”
“Should’ve started a different business.” Ethan took a bite of his burger.
“The area won’t support another high-end sex club and I’m not moving.” Plus, he liked what he did. He enjoyed helping start-ups navigate the business world and get their brand noticed.
“You could’ve partnered with me.”
“That would’ve never worked. You like to have your own way and so do I.” They’d been friends for years. Ethan had been one of his first customers and had tried to get him to buy into La Petite Mort Club, but he’d refused, knowing it’d ruin their friendship and probably both businesses.
Ethan shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
“What are you going to tell her when Patrick is there instead of me.”
“She won’t care.”
“Ouch.” He ate a bite of his sandwich, not really caring that Monica would substituted him for Patrick without a second thought. Sarah wouldn’t and that was all that mattered at the moment. “I’ll never understand how you know this about women.” He wasn’t a novice but Ethan was…something else.
“You over think it. Women have most men fooled into thinking they’re unique, complex creatures, but they’re not. Take Monica. She was attracted to me by my looks and money. Like men are attracted to women by their looks and sometimes money. I flirted with her and because she’s beautiful, she thought she held the cards. When she refused my offer to visit the club, she was so sure I’d bend to her wishes.” Ethan smiled. “I didn’t. Instead, I ignored her.” He glanced at the waitress. “Like most beautiful women, she isn’t used to being ignored and she doesn’t like it. Not at all. She’ll make a good domme.”
Nick shook his head. “I don’t know if I admire you or pity you.”
Ethan’s eyes hardened. “Both would ruin our friendship.”
“Oh, don’t get pissed off.” He should’ve never said pity. Ethan had grown up poorer than poor and despised any kind of pity or charity. “You know you’re like a brother to me.”
Ethan grunted and finished his burger before starting on his salad. “Well brother, I guess I should tell you the bad news.” He picked up the envelope Nick had given him.
“If Sarah cancelled...” He’d kill her. No, he’d drag her address out of Ethan and go to her house. She could tell him to his face…
“Calm down.” Ethan opened his satchel, put Nick’s envelope inside and pulled out a different one. He slid it across the table. “Your…plans will have to wait for the following Saturday.”
“What?” He snatched the envelope. “Sarah gave you…” Sure, she’d enjoyed being in control but to write out her fantasy and hand it over to Ethan…He was shocked. Aroused but shocked.
“Yep.” Ethan grinned. “I told you she was special.”
His fingers itched to open the envelope and immerse himself in Sarah’s fantasy. Would she want to be dominant this weekend? Submissive? He had no idea. She’d been both on different occasions.
“I think this is the first time one of your…partners beat you to this point in the game.”
He grunted an agreement as he forced himself to put the envelope in his briefcase. He needed to get back to his office, shut the door and look over these papers.
“Go. Read. I got this.” Ethan pulled out his wallet.
CHAPTER 2: NICK
Nick paced in the hotel living room while Sarah got ready—whatever that meant—in the bedroom. According to her instructions, he’d had this room rearranged. He frowned at the couch, his favorite piece of furniture ever, as it sat abandoned in the corner. In its place was a desk with two chairs, one behind it and one in front. It had a few books, papers, pens and a laptop on it.
He loved the couch but the desk might be fun too. He could sit her on top or bend her over it while he fucked her from behind. He tugged on the front of his dress slacks, his thoughts not helping his already partially aroused state. He wasn’t sure how her fantasy of the naughty professor would play out, but it didn’t matter. Sarah was here so he was hard. It was like his dick remembered how fucking good she felt and it was eager to get back inside of her.
There was a light knock on the door that separated the bedroom from the living room.
He moved behind the desk and sat, staring at the laptop. “Yes.”
The door opened and his dick twitched in his pants as Sarah stepped out of the bedroom dressed in a Catholic school girl’s uniform, complete with plaid skirt and white shirt buttoned to the throat. Her long hair was pulled back in a pony-tail. She looked about sixteen. He closed his eyes for a moment, thanking God she wasn’t.
“Professor, may I speak with you about the grade on my last paper.” She kept looking down at her feet, as if shy.
“My office hours are on the door.” Even though he wanted to grab her and run his hands up under her little uniform, he wasn’t going to make this easy for her.
Her eyes widened a bit in surprise. In her papers, she’d summarized how the scene was to work but the actions and dialogue were open for interpretation by the participants, as all good fantasies should be, which meant he’d make her work for it. A professor wouldn’t jump any girl who walked into his office. A naughty professor had to be very careful.
“Oh.” She bit her lip.
He held back a groan. He wanted to do that.
“Lucy said…” She grabbed her ponytail and twirled a strand of hair around her fingers.
“Lucy said what?” According to his notes, Lucy was the professor’s procurer.
“Well, ah…she said I shouldn’t come during your regular office hours. Not if I wanted…wanted you to maybe give me some extra work to improve my grade.” She moved another step into the room.
“And why would I do that?” A man who was preying on his students had to be sure they were willing.
“I…I…I don’t know. I was upset about my grade and Lucy said that maybe…maybe you’d help me out because it was my birthday—”
“Happy birthday. How old?” He prayed she was of age because he didn’t want to play the pedophile.
It was bad enough playing the pervert.
“Eighteen.”
He fought a grin. He’d have to thank Sarah later for that gift. “What exactly did Lucy tell you?”
“She said I should come and see you and tell you she’d sent me.” She bowed her head, hiding the tears that welled in her eyes. “I really can’t have a D. I can’t.” Her lips trembled and she turned to leave. “I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“Wait.” He stood, pulling his cardigan—which he’d had to purchase for this fantasy—over the bulge in his pants.
She stopped, turning around, hope in her gorgeous green eyes.
He felt like a cad. He wasn’t sure this fantasy was for him, but he’d play along. He wasn’t actually a pervert since this girl… ”What’s your name?”
“Mary.”
“Of course, it is.” He smiled to take the sting from his words. The bleeding, bloody, virgin Mary. “Close the door and have a seat.”
He pulled out the chair in front of the desk and as soon as she sat he moved behind his desk and put on his best professor’s face.
“So Mary, how important is getting a good grade in English to you?” He tried to keep his eyes on her face but he really wanted to know what she was wearing under that uniform. The white shirt wasn’t thin but it wasn’t thick enough to completely hide her bra. It looked like the innocent, plain white variety and he must be getting into this fantasy, because the thought of her in nothing but plain, white cotton bra and panties was making his dick swell uncomfortably. Of course, she could be wearing a thong—a present waiting to be unwrapped
“It means everything to me. My parents can’t afford to pay for college. I…I have to get a scholarship. I’ll die if I have to stay here.”
“Now Mary, you won’t die.”
“No.” Her lower lip came out in a pout and he wanted to run his tongue over it. “But I may as well. If I don’t get out of here when I graduate, I’ll never leave this town.”
“Hmm.” He pulled up a file on the computer. It was a document Sarah had given him for tonight. It had a D on it. “You didn’t do well on your last essay.”