by Christa Wick
"Skirt up, baby."
She pinched the hem, lifting it, and sat down. Her ass touched the cold marble surface, provoking a gasp. The man was a fiend, had probably left a block of ice on it the whole hour she waited.
Recovering, she looked at him, expecting his attention to already be diverted. He had his head tilted, his gaze slowly traveling the line of her leg. At least he watched her with a little more interest.
"Now what?"
He flipped the screen on his laptop up and hit the power button. "You wait."
Seriously? Just what the hell did he think she'd been doing for the last hour!
She could have stayed in the bedroom, under the mink throw, instead of sitting on that damn pedestal, her ass freezing at the same time her face and right arm warmed from the sunlight shining through the window.
She scowled at him, intent on boring a hole through his thick skull with just her gaze. Ten minutes later, she gave up with a little puff of air and turned her attention toward the window. It was clear from the grounds of his estate, all fifty acres, that he had a thing for dark stones, magnolia trees, running water and lots of flowers. She tried to picture him alone in that garden, staring at the flowers as they floated by, a spring breeze carelessly orchestrating their path.
Feeling the brush of Griffin's hand along her bare arm, she started. His hand curled along her neck, pulling her mouth close to his.
"I thought I could keep working with you sitting there."
She closed her eyes, annoyed that his inability to do so made her happy.
Still holding her by the neck, his other hand dipped into the front of her blouse. Cupping her breast, he kissed her lips. He hadn't done that before -- kissed her on the mouth. He'd buried three fingers in her, his cock following. He had kissed her neck, her ear, but not her mouth.
Knowing his omission was mostly like intentional, she started shaking anyway, her whole body vibrating from the kiss as he commanded all of her attention. Sucking, biting, one hand fondling her breast until he stopped and gripped her shoulders to slowly push her away.
He looked at her, his eyes soft and filled with a sensuous heat. "Don't tremble, baby."
She blinked, realized she was near tears. "I'm sorry."
He kissed her again, his tongue gently exploring the inside edge of her lips. Cupping the sides of her face, he pulled back, his thumbs teasing the corners of her mouth. "Afraid?"
She nodded, hating to admit it but unable to lie to him.
"Good." His hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table. "Release me."
It took her a second to realize Griffin wanted her to unzip the dress slacks he had changed into. She reached down, her fingers clumsy as she unbuckled his belt. She slid the strap out of the loops, let it fall to the floor. Working the top button, her fingers felt numb until they brushed against his cock.
He was hard, the crown of his erection fighting to breach the waistline of his pants.
"Feel how much I want you, Katelyn."
She unzipped him, her hand slipping into his silk boxers to wrap around his shaft. He was thick, too big for her fingers to completely close around. He would be inside her soon, his hot flesh like a lance inside her. She pressed closer, her body lightly bobbing as she stroked him.
Griffin reached up and pulled the top panels of her blouse down. He stripped his black Polo shirt off, allowing her breasts and swollen nipples to drag up and down his bare chest. His hands settled against the small of her back, moving when she moved.
"Do you need me to fuck you, Katelyn?"
"Yes." A horny breathless moan, she could feel how wet she was, the marble surface of the table slippery with her cream.
"Any way I want?"
Another breathless yes, her ass lifting off the table so she could press her mound against his cock. From her earliest memories of sexual discovery to now, she couldn't remember being this aroused. Alone or with a lover, only Montgomery -- a man she should despise -- had produced so strong a reaction in her. Every nerve cell fired, every gland capable of creating moisture flooded.
Reaching under her skirt, he tore the panties off with a hard jerk. His hands around her naked bottom, he spread her labia.
"Tell me, baby."
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her body lifting higher as she braced her feet against the table's legs. "Fuck me, please -- right now, any way you want."
"Any hole?" He slid his forearm under her ass, supporting her weight as she rubbed the soft fur of her sex against his lower stomach.
"Yes, please, anything." She was panting, close to hyperventilating, the contractions running through her cunt so violent she was in danger of coming before he granted her permission.
Reaching next to her, he slid open a drawer on the table. She heard the crinkle of foil, the sound half-slapping her back to reality. She'd been ready to take him bare, skin on skin. She'd never lost herself to the moment like that.
Griffin stepped back, opening a big enough space between their bodies to roll the condom down his cock. She watched him as he worked it over the swollen, blood-infused head and down the thickly veined shaft. Starting to lick her lips, she caught herself and blushed.
He caught her, too. With a wicked smile, he dragged her bottom all the way to the edge of the table and pushed her knees further apart. "Stroke it, Katelyn."
She reached for him, wrapped both hands around it and started to gently tug. He rocked back and forth on his heels as she pulled and relaxed. His hands found her nipples again, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds. He drew them taut and her head snapped back, her hands freezing. He held the tips straining and extended, her eyes rolling up from the pure pleasure of it.
"Do you like a little pain, Katelyn?"
She fought to find her voice. He pinched a little harder, pulled a little tighter.
"Katelyn?"
"Yes," she moaned at last.
"Surprised?"
Damn, he sounded so sexy. She dropped her head forward to meet his gaze straight on before answering him. "Yes."
He smiled and she knew he was pleased with her answer. Releasing her breasts, he put one hand on her hip. The other ran a line down to her mound, the back of his knuckles lightly stroking the dark silk of pubic hair before he slid two fingers into her. Finding that spongy knot he had teased earlier, he took short, firm strokes.
Her throat and pussy constricting together, Katelyn mewled.
"Mmm…pet, you like that."
God, yes! She'd even let him call her pet again if he kept his fingers in her.
Stepping closer, he bent to kiss her neck. "Such a hot little pussy, Katelyn."
She groaned, lifted her legs and locked them behind his back. "Take me, please."
"This tight hole?" He sluiced a third finger into her, the girth only half as big as his cock.
"Griffin, please." She dug her heels into his butt, her strong legs drawing their bodies closer.
"Should I let you come when I fuck you?"
She growled, the sound no more fierce than a cub's. She tried to kiss him, but he evaded her, his free hand leaving her hip to coil in her hair and hold her head still. His fingers withdrew. She felt the brush of his hand against her inner thigh as he positioned his cock, then the head stretched her. Still holding onto her hair with one hand, he pressed the other against her bottom and pulled her forward, his cock sliding in and up to penetrate her.
"Should I let you come?"
Fuck, he had her right there at the edge, had to know she was half a stroke from unleashing all over him. "Please."
He pulled back, almost out, the thick head hooking inside her tight sheath. "I don't think I will."
She squirmed, her cunt locking down on him, her muscles squeezing and rolling the length of his shaft as she begged him to let her come.
He rocked his hips, a little forward, a little back as she whimpered. "Will you be a good pet?"
She nodded, her eyes glistening from the
ache he had created inside her. "I promise."
Something like victory flashed in his ice blue eyes and he smiled. "Lean back then."
She did, her arms behind her and a little to the side, her fingers wrapped around the stone edge of the table's surface. He drew her legs up, kept them spread wide with her heels resting on the table's edge. His hands covered her inner thighs, keeping her open as he slowly pushed in and out of her. His gaze stayed on her pussy, tracked the pulse running through her clit and soaked in the way his cock emerged slick with her cream.
Every breath was a moan, her grip on the table tightening, her thighs flexing. She lifted her ass, felt her whole cunt knotting and throbbing around his dick. He looked at her then, his eyes holding her attention, his expression fierce as his tempo intensified.
Fingers digging into her thighs, he held her like a vise and pounded into her tender and swollen tissues, never looking away from her face. He knew the heart beat before Katelyn's climaxed slammed into her and the second it reached its apex. He chose that moment to come with her, his teeth indenting his bottom lip as the first thick, sticky jet of relief left him.
He let Katelyn descend from her orgasm slowly, his hands pushing and pulling on her thighs to guide her pussy up and down his cock until she shook off the last little twitch of ecstasy. He pulled her to him, wrapped his arms around her but avoided the sweet temptation of her mouth, kissing her there suddenly too intimate, his nerves too raw.
He waited until her breathing returned to normal and then he pulled out. He pulled his pants up, tossed the condom in a waste bin and zipped back up, not looking at her as he retrieved his belt and shirt. When he could look at her without immediately wanting to hold her, he gestured toward the door.
"I want you naked, in bed, at nine. Until then, get lost."
**********
Katelyn stood outside Griffin's closed office door two minutes later. She figured the gallery had a camera, just as the bedroom did, but doubted he was watching her. Just as before, he had divorced himself from her, turning his lust and tenderness off like a water spigot.
She could stand outside the door for hours and it would do her no good. She spun on her heels, marched through the house and back to the bedroom. As she stormed past the dresser, she saw an envelope on it. It hadn't been there when she left the room earlier.
She snatched it up, kicked off her high heels and threw herself onto the bed. Rolling onto her back, she ripped the edge open then realized the envelope wasn't sealed. Scowling, she took the sheet of paper out. The masculine strokes could have been written by anyone. She wouldn't even recognize Griffin's signature had the note been signed. Hers had been the only name on the contract.
Biting back a growl, she held the paper up and read the note. Basic housekeeping, the strong curves and heavy ink that made up the shape of the letters more interesting than the words. Directions to the dining room and kitchen where a cook was on call until seven.
She froze, mortified by the realization there were other people on the grounds, maybe even in the palatial mansion. Another scowl twisted along her brow.
Of course there were people in the house, real people doing real work, not fuck dolls brought in for the week. Crumpling the paper into a ball, she tossed it at the television and rolled over, dragging the mink throw with her and wrapping it around her exhausted body.
Trying to ignore that the man who had just given her the most mind-shattering sexual experience of her life was a football field away rearranging pieces of his empire like pawns on a chess board, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
**********
His iPad resting on a stand on his desk, Griffin watched Katelyn sleep. A tone sounded on his computer, one of his senior executives instant messaging him. He pressed the power button and held it, silencing the intrusion.
He should have gotten bored watching her after the first hour, but she was a restless sleeper. She would roll to one side, a leg appearing just as she drew her exposed arm close to her body beneath the blanket. Ten minutes later, she was on her back, thighs parted, one knee bent. A toss, a tease, stomach down, bottom up, lush and bare.
His phone rang, he put it on speaker, his gaze never shifting from Katelyn.
Merger agreements, production releases, some damn transfer pricing adjustment the IRS was trying to shove down his throat -- he pushed it all off to someone else one interrupting call after the other. He hadn't had a real vacation in two years. He intended to have one now.
One week, one woman, all his.
No phones, no computers, just soft moans and softer lips.
When she finally stopped twisting along the bed, he leaned back in his chair and watched her, his body just as motionless and slowly drifting to sleep.
Two hours later, he opened his eyes to find the bed empty.
He tapped through the camera displays until he found her sitting at the kitchen island chatting with Harriet, Philip's wife. He kept the sound off, knowing Katelyn was too reserved to offer any real details about her life.
He already had a folder full of facts she might never tell him, starting with the reason she had quit Team USA. That had taken quite a bit of digging, the answer only making him want her more. The kind of loyalty she'd shown in leaving the team was so rare he could spend a lifetime and not find someone who would offer him half as much.
Not that she would offer him any. She had no reason to trust him or even like him. But she wanted him, and that was a start.
Smiling, he got up and entered a room just off his study. There was a long leather couch and another door that led into a bathroom. A week's worth of clothes hung on a make shift rack, the rest of them shuttled off to some remote room in the house. The bedroom Katelyn slept in was his, but he didn't want her to know that, not yet.
Glancing at the clock, he planned the next few hours without her. A quick shower, some dinner brought down, maybe another nap so he'd be ready to fuck and tease his little pet all night long. Smiling, he headed into the bathroom with a whistle.
**********
After eating in the kitchen with Harriet, Katelyn spent a few hours aimlessly exploring the estate, wondering to what extent Griffin watched. By seven, she was back in the room running a hot bath. She filled it with thick foam, smirking as she sank into the water.
While she didn't doubt the technology existed, it would be difficult and complete overkill for him to know where her hands were occupied beneath the layer of bubbles. Still, she didn't touch herself. She wanted Griffin's hands on her, in her, his fat, beautiful cock pounding inside her or taking it sweet and slow. He was an amazing lover, his power out in the world giving him a confidence few men rightfully possessed and it was a surprising aphrodisiac. She'd always had an anti-authoritarian streak, shaped in part by her asshole father, Judge Gregory T. Willow, J.D., LLM, SOB.
Thinking of her old man had turned her smile into a scowl and she forced her thoughts back in Griffin's direction, the change quickly altering her body's response to the wet, steamy environment. Recalling the hard lines of his chest and the sublime intensity of his face, she wanted badly to touch herself.
Her face, she knew, would give her away. She looked at the ceiling, guessing the camera was built into the light fixture. There were candles on the shelves. She could light them, turn the lights out and try very hard to keep her expressions clean of any evidence of her pleasure.
Feeling her brows lift and her mouth wrinkle with need, she realized her face was already giving her away and her hands were nowhere near her pussy! She brought them up, gripped the sides of the freestanding tub, and stared again at the ceiling. If her hands were visible, she couldn't possibly be touching herself. And she didn't really need to touch herself to get off.
The smirk came back. Keeping her gaze focused above her, she put her imagination and muscles to work. Picturing his thickly veined cock stretching her, she squeezed her vaginal muscles, forced them to make inward rolling contractions. Moaning, she arched her back,
her eyes unable to stay open.
Fuck, that felt good. Nothing like the real thing of having him in her, but imagining him, his hands everywhere, his mouth kissing hers, his tongue edging her teeth until he broke the kiss to fasten on one of her swollen nipples, the muscles of her pussy knotting and rolling the whole time had her on edge.
Releasing a shaky breath, she flipped the drain's lever and let the water level slowly drop around her. She slowed the pace of her coiling muscles, waiting until she could dry off and take her experiment to the bed. Closing in on seven-forty, he might be watching her, enjoying the way she squirmed in anticipation of his arrival. Instead, he'd see her coming, hands free, in technical compliance with his rule.
A cocky grin firmly in place, she stepped from the tub and dried off. Looking through the new products artfully arranged near the double sink, she selected a bottle of almond oil and took it into the bedroom. Positioning herself in the middle of the bed, she started to apply a light coating of the oil to moisturize her skin. She started with her arms, moved down over her breasts and stomach to skirt the edges of her pussy, thighs splayed, her sex open to the camera's inspection.
Down her thighs, her breasts lightly swaying as she kneaded her leg muscles with slippery hands, then to her feet, remembering the spark of appetite in the alley when he saw her red suede pumps. She arched her feet, finished them and then slowly moved back up her legs, once again daring to brush the perimeter of her sex. With just her index fingers, she lightly outlined the area before wiping the last of the oil from her hands onto her stomach.
Reaching above her head, she gripped the top lip of the headboard and really started the show.
**********
In his office, Griffin watched the camera display. Sexy, achingly beautiful in his eyes and very deserving of a spanking, Katelyn had just finished oiling down her tight little body. She grabbed the headboard, spread her legs wide open again and started to taunt and tease him in earnest. She rolled the muscles of her pussy, the swollen clit jumping up and down with each tight squeeze inside her. Her face, that of a fallen angel, reveled in being disobedient, defying her master.