He rubbed the still warm meat over my clit and into my opening and I gasped at the pleasurable sensation. With teasing intent he slowly inched the link in and out until I was ready to cry in frustration. This was wrong on so many levels, but holy hell it felt so good. The smallness of the object wasn’t enough to give me what I craved but just the thought of what he was doing was enough to send me almost over the edge, almost.
“I think I’ve had enough to eat. We should clean you up Miss Burns.” With frustrating slowness he lifted each one of my legs off the arm rests and then helped me stand. I still felt the residue from the food play and as we walked back to the bathroom it was somewhat uncomfortable. Not to mention that I was still highly aroused and he didn’t seem in any hurry to help me out with that.
He adjusted the water from the faucet and lifted the removable showerhead. “We can’t have you getting an infection.” He winked and motioned with his hand for me to step in. He stood outside the shower and handed me the shower head.
I felt a little embarrassed that he wanted to watch me clean myself, but his intent was clear when he held the shower curtain open. I sprayed the stream between my legs and nearly gasped at the pleasurable feeling.
“Spread your sweet little pussy lips, put your foot on the other side and show me how you clean up like a good little girl.”
His words were so blatantly erotic that I nearly dropped the handle. Instead of thinking I just did as he asked and the delight was almost mind blowing. The warm rush of water over my clit had my inner muscles clenching and it was almost too powerful over that sensitive, still aching flesh.
“Inside too, Miss Burns.” It felt almost naughty as I directed the flow inside my core and I might have cared if the pressure wasn’t so delectable. I almost wept when he took it from my hands. He had yanked off his sweat pants and joined me without my even noticing.
“Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles Miss Burns. This dirty job needs a stronger hand.”
I was shocked but didn’t stop to consider what I was doing, instead I just followed orders until I was bent over and giving him one vivid view of my ass.
“The things I will do this eventually.” I didn’t have time to register what his words meant as the spray found my clit again causing me to jump somewhat.
He moved the pressure of the water from my clit to my core, and then shockingly to my anus. His hand seemed to be controlling a magic wand as he continued the steps over and over until I was writhing in need. When he stopped I was so close I cried out in agony.
I heard the sound of water turning off and then felt his hard length rub over my ass. “Hands against the wall Miss Burns.” He reached over me and grabbed my hands placing them firmly where he wanted them. “Don’t move an inch. This is going to be slow.”
I felt his cock probing at my core and pushed back slightly. His hand was wrapped around my hip and he pushed me forward refusing my motion.
“I said don’t move baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I didn’t understand his words until he began inching in carefully, filling me with a sweet stretching sensation that also burned from how well he rode me last night. The feeling was overwhelming and I whimpered.
“If this is too much Laura, tell me to stop.”
He didn’t move at all and I fought to relax. It wasn’t exactly painful I just felt him so much. “I don’t want to stop.” My hips pushed back slightly and I whimpered again.
“If you do that again I will stop.” He pulled out slightly and I was afraid he meant it so I stilled, waiting for him to take over again.
As if he had no needs he pushed forward slightly and inched out again. I moaned, the friction of his tender movement’s enflaming me and I had to fight mentally not to push backwards demanding more.
I was learning his moods and discovered that he had to be in control. I felt him inching in deeper and groaned softly. Each push and pull of him inside me was like a delicious taunting and I wanted it all. I gasped when he filled me completely. I was so full of him and I felt like this was even more than I’d had of him last night.
He started a gentle rhythm and all I could do was press my hands against the wall and let him ride me slowly. I felt the tension inside me give and release and knew that I was so close to finding ecstasy. “Oh god, Taylor!” The loud cry was wrenched from my lips as I was forced to do nothing but feel what he could do to me.
His thumb found my clit and he rubbed in small circles as he rode me and that was my catalyst. I came hard and his fingers fell away leaving me stunned in the wake of the overwhelming pleasure he gave.
“You better hold on baby.” His hands gripped my hips, squeezing them tightly as he unleashed his strength. I pressed my hands against the wall to keep from falling and felt my feet nearly lifting off the ground as he pumped into me harder and faster.
His fulfillment bathed the inner walls of my sex and I was stunned. He loved me so gently until I found paradise then ravaged me with a brutality that left me breathless. My Taylor was a man of many contradictions.
I was aching again as he slid from my grasping folds. “Shit Laura, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He looked so forlorn that it made my heart clench. “I loved how you made me feel.” It wasn’t a lie. Even though I was sore again the pleasure he’d given me definitely overrode the ache between my legs.
He shook his head and turned back to the faucet turning it on. He bathed me with tenderness and I couldn’t help but feel he was trying to make up for something I didn’t regret in the first place.
After our exploit in the shower he left me alone to pack. There was so much I didn’t know about the man I’d basically agreed to let own me. What scared me was I wanted to discover everything. I knew it would be easy to forget this agreement we had and fall hard. Something told me if I allowed that to happen the slight pain of his lovemaking would be the least of my worries.
I packed with a heavy heart not really knowing what was in store for us when we returned to the real world. Part of me wanted to hide away here and not find out. The other side of myself knew that I should just enjoy what we had and remember what my goals in life were.
We wanted the same things as far as commitment. I had a life goal to fulfill and it didn’t involve having a real relationship. The next few years would be hard work and I couldn’t let anything come between what I knew was needed to be self-sustaining.
chapter eleven
Reality
The plane ride home started out much less exciting than the flight in. Taylor consumed himself with work and barely even looked my way except to ask once if I needed anything. I needed something alright but the way he was studying the laptop told me without words that he was in business mode.
I gave myself a mental shake, reprimanding myself for acting like such a needy whore. As soon as I thought the word I cringed. Twenty minutes in the air and I was already longing to feel him between my legs again. Without saying a word I walked into the small bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.
I still looked like the same woman who left Chicago a few days ago. The feelings I had were definitely not similar though. I’d worn a skirt that was respectable for business but barely and left off the underwear. Secretly I’d hoped that once we were flying he’d lift it up and discover my naughty little secret and pleasure me again.
There was no chance of that happening and I felt my core clench. Lifting my skirt, I allowed my fingers to press against that ache and the sensation felt so good that I wanted more. I’d pleasured myself with my fingers before but never pushed them inside me. Rubbing against the hard nub and outer folds had seemed naughty enough.
Now I wondered how it would feel if my own fingers delved deep within that channel. Would it give me the same relief that Taylor’s had? Experimentally I pushed one lone digit deep inside and moaned softly. The excitement wasn’t there like when he did it, but it still felt nice. Pulling that finger free, I rubbed the wetness over my clit
and gasped.
Now this had promise. Needing relief and knowing the only way I was going to get it right now was at my own hand, I added two fingers that time. Dipping in deep I pulled free and rubbed them over my clit again and found a rhythm that had me biting my lip in pleasure.
The knock on the bathroom door startled me and I hurriedly lowered my skirt. Talk about crappy timing. I was so close! Frustrated, I opened the door and glared at Taylor. I was shocked when he grabbed the hand I was pleasuring myself with and brought those fingers to his lips.
He suckled them deeply and then pulled them out of his mouth to shake his head at me. “Your pleasure belongs to me, Miss Burns.” He was definitely not pleased and the anger on his face shocked me.
“You were busy.” I was mortified that he’d caught me in the act, but I refused to show it.
“I do have to work Miss Burns, but as I said before your pleasure is mine. Put those naughty little hands on the counter and don’t you dare touch yourself until I return.”
Nervous tremors wracked my body as he stalked away and I had no idea what he was thinking. Was he going to make me stand like this for the rest of the flight? Pressing my thighs together I gripped the counter and couldn’t stop myself from trying to alleviate the throbbing with small movements.
Long minutes passed and I’d decided he was indeed expecting me to stand here and suffer. I wanted to defy him but the thought of him walking back in why I pleasured myself wasn’t up there on the top list of ways I wanted him to see me. Grumbling under my breath I thought he was just being plain spiteful.
He startled me when he walked back in barking orders. “Lift the skirt, Miss Burns.” His expression was still hard as a rock and I did as he asked without question. He was holding some strange pink device that looked like a caterpillar with a small penis protruding out of it. I looked up at him shocked and the first sign of a smile lifted his full lips.
He strapped two thin vinyl straps around each of my thighs and I gasped as the small two inch dildo slowly entered my core. I tried not to jump as I felt my clit being surrounded by soft squishy objects. He made another adjustment of the vinyl straps and I stood there with my jaw hanging open.
“Drop your skirt.” His familiar smirk found his face and he held out a hand for me to follow. Walking with the small device lodged inside me was strange but it was also very erotic. He motioned with his hand for me to sit down. I was completely focused on my sex and I attempted to get comfortable.
“Now perhaps you’ll let me finish my work, Miss Burns.” He sat down and opened up his laptop and I wanted to scream in frustration. Didn’t he understand I was dying here? The strange little toy was pressing against my clit and I could feel the dildo touching a spot that made me want to move my hips and feel it moving around.
Without warning the little toy began to vibrate and I cried out softly. Holy hell what was that? My clit was being tickled and the vibrations from the small dildo were teasing that place inside of me that made me almost come immediately. Then it stopped and I groaned.
“You’re going to give our attendant something to talk about Miss Burns.” He chuckled softly and his eyes glanced toward the front cabin. Once again he returned to his laptop, seeming to study it studiously.
He really was a sadist, I decided. He might not torture me with pain but this was almost unbearable. My core was throbbing painfully and I had no idea how to make the little toy help me find relief. On top of that, I now had to worry about keeping quiet because I definitely didn’t want to have the stewardess coming out asking questions.
The sweet buzzing sensation began again and I quickly glanced over at Taylor. He was holding a small remote in his hand and grinning widely. He pushed a button and the vibration increased and I closed my eyes at the rush of pleasure that flooded through me. Then cruelly he stopped it.
I crossed my legs, biting my lip not wanting to beg. Digging my hands into the couch I tried to keep completely still so the rub against my clit wouldn’t make me long to find release so desperately.
“That will never do Miss Burns.” He turned on the little toy again, increases the vibrations even more than they had been seconds ago. Just when I was close to the edge again he turned it off.
“Please.” I whispered softly, not wanting to be overheard. Pride be damned I needed to get off and he was holding the tool that would allow it.
“All you had to do was ask.” With a small smirk he pushed the power button and I almost came instantly at the strong vibrations against my clit. This time he didn’t stop until I found complete fulfillment. I was gasping when he finally released me from the pleasure.
“The next time you want to come, perhaps you’ll tell me first.” He continued working as if he hadn’t just blown my mind with his sexual expertise.
I rested my head back and closed my eyes trying to come to grips with the pleasure this man seemed able to give on a whim. I didn’t even know toys like this existed. Finally satisfied I wanted nothing more than to rest and try to sort out the feelings I was having.
“Go clean yourself and the toy off and then strap it back on. I don’t want you getting irritated.”
His softly spoken words pulled me out of my thoughts and I walked without question back to the small bathroom. I was becoming enthralled to what this man could do to me, and it was scary.
With shaking hands I removed the small appliance and soaped up my hands to clean it. I wasn’t even sure I paid attention to what I was doing because my mind was completely blown. Sitting it on the counter, I wet several paper towels and sat down on the toilet to cleanse myself.
Live in the moment. That’s what I told myself because I was overwhelmed. This was all going to end and I knew the only way to survive it was by following that thought. Something told me that I’d never meet another man like Taylor and it made my heart ache.
I really only had two choices. End it now or enjoy every moment of pleasure he gave me and be thankful for the memories later. I knew the latter was the only decision I could make. Even if he wasn’t my boss, the thought of walking away from him made me want to cry.
Strapping on the toy, which took a little trial and error on my part, I walked back in and sat down on the couch. He didn’t even look up at me and for a moment my feelings were hurt. Pulling a magazine out of the side compartment on the couch, I tried to immerse myself in the words. In all honesty I didn’t see a thing that was written on the pages.
The plane began the descent and I looked over to see him placing his laptop in a leather case. I put my magazine away and tried not to blush as the stewardess walked back in and strapped herself into her spot. I knew she didn’t know what I was wearing underneath my skirt, but just knowing it was there made me self-conscious.
When the cabin doors were finally opened I tried to walk as naturally as possible. I had never been more relieved than when we were sitting again in Taylor’s limousine. Breathing a soft sigh of relief, I felt him slide in beside me.
His hand came to rest on my thigh and I turned my face to him expectantly. “You did very well Miss Burns. I think I’ll have you wear that often.” As we drove he teased me with the little device all the way back home.
I was becoming insatiable for pleasure and he was controlling my orgasms. By the time we made it inside the elevator, my knees were quivering from his games.
He turned the little toy on high as we rode up and I was so close I could feel the tremors. “If you come, you’ll disappoint me.” I could tell by the look on his face that he was serious and I had no idea how to not do it.
“I can’t stop!” He looked disappointed and turned off the toy, shaking his head.
I whimpered in denial and clenched my hands in fists by my side to stop from begging him again.
“We’ll have to work on that I guess.” The elevator stopped and I was surprised we were at the penthouse and not my floor.
I guess that surprise registered on my face because he grasped my hand and led me inside h
is place. “I’m not ready to let you rest yet, Miss Burns. Go sit that pretty little ass on the couch and I’ll be with you shortly.”
Maybe I was just really emotional after this total life change of a weekend but I felt unreasonably upset by his demand. “I really need to go home for a little while.” What I needed to do was get my head wrapped around what was happening here, because I was feeling completely lost.
“I said sit, Laura.” He acted really aggravated and it was enough to pull me out of the funk I was in and make me angry.
“I’m not a dog Taylor. I have things I need to take care of.” My hands went to my hips and I glared at him. It was so much easier to be angry then confused.
He pushed the little button on the toy and I felt the vibrations deep in my core. “Oh God!” He wasn’t playing fair and I wanted to slap him for using sex as a weapon. He threw the remote on the couch and moved up in front of me, grabbing my ass and pulling me against him. I was lost. I came so fast that I cried out loudly and stood there sagging in his arms like a doll.
I felt his hands pulling on the straps of the toy, releasing them and couldn’t move as he pulled out the small dildo and tossed it on the ground. Again I was overwhelmed even as he maneuvered me over the arm of the couch and spread my legs wide with his hands.
“Do you know how crazy it made me seeing you come on that plane and knowing that I wanted to fuck you and had to work?” I heard a zipper slide down then felt his shaft slide in from behind a few inches at a time until he filled me completely. I was already soaking wet for him from my release and he began riding me slowly.
“This sweet little pussy is mine and I don’t want you to forget it ever.” He pulled out till only the mushroom shaped head remained then slammed forward quickly.
I cried out softly at the almost painful pleasure and he stilled. “So fucking tight and wet. I want to stretch you out until you only fit my cock.” He pulled out slowly and found home again with no mercy.”
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