Arianne ripped the door open. “Yea. Where? Who is he?”
Taylor sipped his morning coffee. “You were looking in the wrong place, babe.” He placed the folded newspaper section on the edge of the sink. “Here in the social section - Mr. Derek Davenport, wealthy businessman and bachelor, auctioned off at the fifth annual Save the Whales - Buy a Date Fund Raiser. That’s him right?”
After spitting out her toothpaste, she nodded as she wiped her mouth.
Taylor continued, “Gawd, he is gorgeous. Doesn’t happen to be bi? We could share the action so to speak.” He followed her into the kitchen.
The fresh aroma of Taylor’s coffee filled her nose as she filled her I don’t do mornings mug. Arianne laughed. “Sorry. That man is straight with a capital S. Damn him.”
“What? Damn him?” Taylor grabbed Arianne by the shoulders. “Oh good heavens, no. No! Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with the guy. You’ve had…what? Four sessions with him. None of it involved passion or—“
She wiggled out of his grasp and headed for the kitchen. “But there is something special about him. Okay yesterday was rushed. I’ll admit that. But he said he was in a hurry. Had a meeting or something. But now it seems he had to get ready for a date.”
Taylor continued the conversation while he followed her into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot. “So he pulled your clothes off, fondled your breasts, spun you around and did you over the back of the couch. And this is some special guy?”
“Yes. Well no, but yes.”
“Drink more coffee.” Taylor filled her mug. “You’re not making sense.”
“He’s like a lost little boy. He has a toy and he plays with it.”
“That’s you?” asked Taylor. “You’re the toy?”
“Yes his toy, but I meant his cock. He plays games because he’s tired of getting hurt. I’ve spent some time thinking about this and I think that whoever he dated last, really pissed him off.”
“And so you’ve taken on the noble mission of saving this poor man by making him fall in love with you? You’re so in over your head. This Davenport guy is worth a billion or two…or more. Geeky business kinda guy. Except he looks more like a Chippendale dancer than a geek.” Starting to take another mouthful of coffee, Taylor paused, looked over his cup at Arianne. His pupils dilated. “What is that look on your face? You’re up to something. Come on spill your guts, tell me.”
Arianne sipped her coffee. “Hush. I’m having a thought and it’s turning into a plan.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
She shook her head. “I have to think this through. Gotta look for holes that might piss him off and get me fired.” She curled up on the couch and lost herself in her thoughts.
* * * *
Tuesday at 1:59, she stood on the marble floor in front of the elevator doors and waited. As the clock in the dining room chimed the hour, she heard the swoosh of the elevator. The doors opened. One step inside the apartment, she placed a hand on Derek’s chest and stopped him. He had to move to avoid being pinched by the closing doors. “Kind of in a rush today,” she said. “No time or need for either of us to get undressed.” She unzipped his pants and reached inside. While her hand stroked him to life, her eyes locked onto the puzzled ice blue spheres before her.
Refusing to blink or look away, she visually challenged him. His breath quickened as she aroused the animal lust in him. She dropped his slacks and undershorts to his ankles then lowered herself to her knees and covered his swelling penis with tiny kisses. When she had aroused him to a full erection she lapped at him like he was an ice cream cone. Up, down, up and down again—she covered his shaft with long licks, teasing bites and soft kisses. When he was completely wet, she slipped the tip into her mouth. Holding him there she grazed his bare ass with her fingernails. His whole body quivered.
Unhurried, she moved her head, gripping him with her lips and releasing it with a soft touch. After making a circle around him with her finger and thumb, she lowered her mouth as far as she could then continued the movement with her hand. Pulling her hand back up to her lips, she slid back to his tip then lowered her head and hand again. Her fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. Goose bumps covered his body. When he tried to move she pressed him back against the elevator door.
Using a light touch all the way through her coordinated stroke, she kept the pressure steady. He dropped his head as soft growls escaped from his throat. His fingers wrapped around her hair as he pulled her closer, trying to get deeper into her.
Her speed and pressure increased as the rest of her fingers wrapped around his engorged penis and mimicked the efforts of her mouth. His hips bucked into her. She glanced up. He was watching her mouth pleasure him. His breaths came in short sharp pants and his face had lost its professional coolness. It was focused on the delicious delights her mouth, lips and hand provided him.
His eyes fluttered shut as his breathing became deeper. Her left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.
She froze. With a groan of frustration, his knees buckled. “Don’t stop.” Slowly she slid her lips up the length of his cock, slipped him out of her mouth and kissed the tip. She could taste he was near his climax.
“More?” she asked.
He gripped the arch way for support and nodded.
“I could ask you for anything in the world right now and you’d give it to me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” His answer was breathless.
“All I ask is that you enjoy this next few moments.” With a powerful driving motion she sucked him deep into her mouth. Again and again she deep throated him, fighting her gag reflex. He gasped and tensed. A long slow hiss ended with an explosion of hot fluid into her mouth. Slowing her pace, she swallowed, but continued slipping him in and out of her.
When the convulsions ended, she released his softer but still erect penis. He dressed himself while she stretched her legs. Without a word she reached into his suit jacket pocket and removed her envelope then pressed the elevator button. The doors opened. With a gentle push she backed him into the elevator and pressed the button for the parking garage. The doors closed and the elevator descended. “Step one done.” Arianne smiled.
* * * *
Opening her apartment door, she asked Taylor, “Hey, what are you doing home?”
He tossed his Blackberry onto the coffee table, sat down and patted the seat next to him. “Forget me. So tell me. Come on.”
“Taylor, it was wonderful.”
“What did you do?”
Arianne plopped down beside him. “I gave him a blow job and sent him on his way. I told him that I didn’t have time for anything else.”
“And?”
She smiled. “He loved it. All your tips worked like a charm. Quite handy having you as a roommate. But it was rather strange for breakfast conversation. Silly me, I thought bananas were just to be put on cereal.”
“You’re welcome. And now I believe you owe me a wonderfully expensive meal. I’ll pick out a restaurant. Thursday night?” he asked.
“This is a debt I’m willing and happy to pay,” said Arianne. “Taylor, he was ready to beg me to continue. I had him in the palm of my hand—so to speak. It was so empowering. I told him that I knew I could ask him for anything I wanted and he’d give it to me. Without a moment’s hesitation he said yes.”
“What did you ask for? Money? A car?”
“Nothing. I said I wanted him to enjoy what I was doing to him. I posed no threat. He knows I had him at the most vulnerable of moments and did I go for the kill? No.”
“He is so dead and he doesn’t even know it. Now, I know why I’m gay. You women are devious creatures. Should I start looking for a wedding present? What do you get a billionaire?”
* * * *
Dialing the number he’d given her, Arianne waited while the phone rang. His voice was strong and deep. “Derek here.”
“Hi, it’s Arianne.
Obviously, I got your text.”
“What the hell was yesterday all about?” Allowing a millisecond for her to respond, he continued, “It doesn’t matter how long I spend with you. I lead a busy life.”
“Hey, give me a chance to talk here. Did I give you pleasure or not?”
“Yes. No. Damn it! You aren’t in control, I am.”
“This isn’t a control issue. My job is to please you and I did. You race in, do me and go. So I figured I’d give you a quick blow job and let you get back to your life. What does it matter? You don’t want passion or romance just a quick fuck. Get your balls off and go.”
Derek flinched like he’d received a sharp slap across the face. “Don’t press the issue, Arianne, or you’ll lose your job. You knew the ground rules coming into this. I told you everything up front. Don’t pull any more stunts like that or there won’t be a next time?”
“When is the next time?” she asked.
“Tomorrow at two.”
The dial tone assaulted her ear, but Arianne didn’t mind. She smiled as she closed her cell phone.
* * * *
Sliding her pass card in the reader, Arianne watched the elevator doors shut. The motion stopped and the doors before her opened. Slipping her gym bag over her shoulder, she stepped onto the marble entry way. Derek’s rear rested on the back of the couch, arms folded across his chest. “Hi.” It was a simple statement, but it was all she could manage. His face was dark with anger. His ice blue eyes were cold and passionless.
“Okay, I’m here,” he said.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
He closed his eyes and sighed. “Yea well, I’m tired and grumpy. It has been a hectic two days, with meetings and problems. I didn’t need this crap from you. It’s one more thing piled up on my plate for me to deal with.”
Arianne debated with herself. Maybe this wouldn’t be the best moment to do this. He might be too tense and irritable. Might get myself fired.
Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger on his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt, and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.
With the same care she removed his shoes, socks and dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled for him to roll onto his stomach. Afterward, she opened her purse, and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his back and shoulders. Her finger tips spread the oil over his bare skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. “Roll over.”
He tucked his arm under and flipped himself over. Arianne opened up the gym bag she had placed on the floor next to the bed and pulled out two long silk sashes.
His eyes popped open.
“Trust me?”
Grasping his right hand, she tugged until he got the message and sat up on the pillows. Arianne could see that Derek’s curiosity as well as his libido were becoming aroused when she secured his hands to the bed post—not with blood halting knots just silken restraints, like the material of the sashes. His focus remained on her as she repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes.
When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened revealing a sexy, white, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She slipped her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. Derek watched as her fingers disappeared underneath the white lace and fondled her nipple. Her left hand slipped inside and teased her other nipple. Easing her hands back out, she slipped her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and pulled it up over her breasts exposing them. With her breasts free, she cupped and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers.
Her words were breathless and low as she said, “The skin is so soft. And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink. Do you know what they like?” Her actions matched her words. “They like to be rubbed ever so lightly. Like this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this. They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.”
Mesmerized, Derek’s gaze never left her breasts. Arianne doubted he’d even blinked. She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt. Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. “Besides being caressed they also like to stroke things.” She bent down until her right nipple grazed the skin on his left shin. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. “Can you feel how hard my nipple is? A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry lips. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“You aren’t going to leave me here. You are going to let me play?” His voice was husky.
“Today you’re a spectator. When you’re good, I’ll give you small prizes. Like this.” Crawling up the bed, she held her index finger near his mouth. He opened his lips and she placed her finger inside. He closed his lips around it. Withdrawing it, she rubbed her nipple with the moistness. “They like to be sucked, but they aren’t big enough for me to do myself, so I’ll have to settle for this.” She placed her finger in his mouth, then stroked her other nipple.
Closing her eyes, she lost herself in her fantasies and touches. Her hands rubbed, caressed, teased, pulled and stroked her breasts and nipples. Heat and moistness begin to build between her legs. Reaching behind, she unclasped the bra, dropping it and her blouse to the floor. “I could spend hours playing with my breasts. I could get some ice, or hot wax or nipple clamps. Their desires are only limited by my imagination. But something else is crying out for attention.”
Standing on the bed, she reached for the button, popped it and lowered the zipper on her short blue skirt. Her eyes opened. Derek’s gaze was riveted to her body. A large swelling had grown in his shorts.
Letting the skirt fall to the bed, she ran her hands down her belly. Her fingers met between her legs on the front of the small black thong. “Mmm. Hot. I can feel the heat through the silk.” She turned and bared her round, firm ass cheeks to him. Grazing her nails up from the bottom, she left faint trails of pink on her flesh. “A firm ass. One built for slapping.” She gave a short crack of her hand on one cheek. “It is perfect for biting and for receiving soft little kisses.”
She moved so Derek’s finger tips brushed the flesh on her right butt cheek. “Tickling them produces shivers in me that go straight to my wicked, hungry cunt.” Wiggling her butt, she giggled, “Ooh. Wonder if your other hand is as good?” Hopping over him, she repeated her wiggles. “Mmm. Just as good.” Looking over her shoulder, she glanced down at his up-turned face. “I see you’ve developed quite an uncomfortable problem there.”
“Any hope of you relieving it?”
“One of us is going to come today. The other might explode.” A bit unsteadily, she walked down the mattress to his feet and dropped her thong to her ankles. Stepping out of it she kicked it to the floor, bent over and exposed herself to Derek. “So near. So sweet. So ready.” She trailed her finger down her wet crotch.
Sitting between his feet, Arianne spread her legs and draped them over his shins. Her fingers slid over her trimmed brown patch and she parted her lips. He
r right index finger slid lower to find the moisture. Encasing itself, she slid it back up to find her clit. Her eyes closed as she rubbed circles around it. Each circle moving inward until she reached the swollen tip, then moving back out to the base.
With her other hand, she reached over the edge of the bed, into her bag and pulled out a large flesh-colored dildo. Her eyelids fluttered opened as she brought it to her lips. Her tongue flicked the tip.
She smiled as Derek squirmed. It was obvious the pressure building up inside of him was enormous. She hoped his body felt like it was on fire. But the pleasure of cooling off was going to be denied. He jerked at the sashes which bound his hands, but each pull only tightened them.
With one hand, Arianne pleasured herself; fingers slipping into her hot ready pussy then back to caressing her clit. The other hand held the dildo as she made love to it with her mouth. Slurping sounds filled the room as it slipped in and out between her lips.
Rising from her position she knelt over his hips, hit the on switch, placed the base of the vibrating dildo on his belly then lowered herself onto it. The sound of the vibrator was muted as the dildo slipped into her. With eyes closed and a soft moan escaped her lips as it filled her.
“You bitch. You wouldn’t,” he gasped.
Her left hand held the dildo in place and her right hand worked her clit. She raised her hips and dropped them deeper onto the large, vibrating, false member.
As she dropped to her lowest point, her butt grazed the swollen tip of Derek’s cock. When she pulled up, it stroked him in the other direction. At first her pace was languid, but soon sexual frenzy overtook her and she worked herself hard.
* * * *
Derek arched to try and press himself against her. Sweat was rolling off his lip. His breaths were heavy and strong. Helpless and not allowed to join in was like torture. He watched her face lose her playful look and transform into a deep inward focus. Her hips bucked. The moans which escaped her lips grew louder with abandon.
He felt the familiar sensation. He was about to release. She was too lost in herself to pleasure him. He would have to get himself there, mentally.
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