I Need You: A Valentine's Anthology
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“Shh...” She put an index finger to his lips. She read the need in his eyes while his hardened cock screamed want. “Tonight is going to be a special night. No degradation. No humiliation.”
“Mistress?” Jay questioned. It was highly unlike her to change the rules in The Nook.
“It’s Valentine’s Day and you deserve a treat. Just a treat for tonight, though. Tomorrow it’ll be business as usual.” Sanora reached into her bustier and pulled out a Wartenberg wheel. Jay’s eyes sparkled upon seeing the shiny silver implement and his heart fluttered on what his Mistress was going to do to him. “So relax and enjoy this. You can never say I didn’t do anything special for you.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Jay grinned.
Sanora climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. With the Wartenberg wheel, she traced it down Jay’s muscular chest, circling his nipples and caressing his abs. She cooed and purred as she tickled him with the device, probably getting more enjoyment than he was. She felt his cock press into her and she knew she was hitting the right notes with every movement.
She adjusted her position when she was on top, sinking down onto his cock. She searched his face for a reaction and was pleased to see him gasp and smile. But she didn’t dare to move. While she was going to take it easy on him that night, she needed to tease him still. Anything less would be just plain boring.
“Are you enjoying your night, baby boy?” She purred.
“Very much so.” Jay nodded. With his wife tightly wrapped around his cock and her fingers and hands pleasing other body parts, Jay was in heaven.
“I’m glad,” Sanora wiggled her hips a little. “I’m having fun also. But I would have more fun if you pleased me.”
“Anything for you, Mistress.”
Sanora got off Jay’s cock and carefully turned around, scooting her body to his head. Her waxed mound was directly over his lips and Jay could smell her desire. He darted his tongue out to taste her and dragged it to her swollen clit. He buried his face inside her pussy as she rode him, nibbling on her clit and lightly sucking on it.
“Ahh yesss...” Sanora hissed as she rocked her hips back and forth. She wanted him to fuck her clit with his tongue. “Just like that.” She leaned over and began to stroke Jay’s cock. Her mouth then enveloped his cock and she moaned in rhythm of her movements. She pulled his cock out of her mouth long enough to speak. “I want you to make me come, baby. I want to come all over your tongue.”
Jay slid his tongue back into her cunt and furiously licked her clit, causing Sanora to scream in pleasure as the orgasm crashed into her. Her body stiffened and she was floating high, so high, she didn’t want to come down. She briefly forgot where she was.
“Damn, baby boy...” Sanora shook her head as she managed to get off Jay and readjusted her position and faced him again.
“Is my Mistress pleased?” Jay asked.
“Your Mistress is very pleased.” Sanora smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Very much, Mistress.” Jay nodded.
She once again slid his cock inside her. Her rhythm was slow to start before she gradually built up to a steady ride. She leaned down and they kissed—furiously, hard, and fast. She moved faster on him, their bodies slapping together and the room filling with their moans and grunts.
“I want to please you, Mistress,” Jay begged as his wife rode him, “please release me.”
“Oh, no,” Sanora panted, “not until I get what I want first. Once I come, then I’ll release you.”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
She was testing him. Waiting for him to go as far as he would let her take him before she would pull him back. It was their give and take. On the outside and within their political circles, it was widely assumed that Jay ruled with an iron fist and Sanora was the typical political submissive wife. But everyone who knew who they were in the scene, knew Sanora called the shots and she was the one who ruled over everything. What he wore, how he acted, what time he came home... even what he ate was approved by Sanora.
Jay couldn’t remember what his life was like before he met his wife. All he knew was the moment he got with her, his life was never the same.
Their eyes met and they both read each other. His were full of appreciation and love. Hers were full of satisfaction and confidence.
They were one.
Sanora’s head cocked back and a small trill escaped her lips as she climaxed. A proud smile spread on Jay’s lips knowing he was the reason for her climax. For one night only in the bedroom, they were equals.
Sanora got off Jay and finally let him out of the restraints. “As you wish, baby.”
Jay wasted no time and forced Sanora over the table, holding her back still as he entered her. He slid inside and began to pound inside her. Sanora cried upon the friction and clenched the table, digging her nails into the soft fabric.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” He whispered as a free hand snaked around her and played with her clit, “it means so much that you support me.”
“Anytime, baby,” Sanora panted as she met him stroke for stroke, “you know I’ll do anything for you.”
“And I’m glad you do,” Jay bit down on her shoulder as he moved faster. “You mean everything to me, Jessica.”
“You mean the world to me, Jay.” She moaned. Her thighs began to quiver and she was close, so close to climaxing. “I’m about to come, baby.”
“Come. I want to feel you all over my cock,” Jay taunted.
“Fuck!” Sanora’s body shook and she steadied herself on the table as she climaxed. Soon after, she turned around and immediately got down on her knees and began to suck Jay off. She licked the underside and gently sucked his balls, tasting herself on him. She then swallowed him whole, sucking hard and fast, not wanting to waste any time.
Jay forcibly grabbed Sanora’s hair and fucked her mouth with his cock, moving it in and out. “That’s it, baby. I want to fuck your mouth.” He soon climaxed and emptied his seed into her. “Swallow it. All of it.” He ordered.
Sanora swallowed and looked up at him with happy eyes and a needy mouth. “Is my baby happy?”
Jay wiped her mouth with a thumb and then helped her up. “Very.” He picked her up and led her back to their bedroom. He placed her down on the bed and covered her up with sheets before he joined her. He briefly wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled her in closer to him. “You are amazing, Jessica.”
“You know I’ll do anything for you,” Sanora fingers lightly played on his chest, “marriage is a give and take.”
“And thank you for reminding me of how much you mean to me.” Jay kissed her forehead.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, honey.”
The End
Book II –
The Fact is... I Need You
“You know what's heaven?” Mariana sat up on Scott's lap and grabbed a small handful of grapes. She leaned against his knees and began feeding him.
Scott folded his arms behind his head as he admired a naked Mariana feeding him after a lengthy lovemaking session. “What's heaven, baby?”
“This.” A slow smile spread across Mariana's lips. “This is heaven.”
“Explain.” He replied.
“Is this a pop quiz?” She asked.
Scott's hands caressed Mariana's sweat-coated torso and traveled up to her breasts, where he gently twisted her nipples. Mariana squirmed in pleasure. “It just might be.”
“Everything. The romantic date at the park, the freedom of being myself, no holds barred with you. It's not even the fancy jewelry, the car, and all of the other nice things, which I like, don't get me wrong. It's just... it's just...”
“It's just what, baby?”
Mariana leaned down and locked lips with her boyfriend. “You have made all of my dreams come true. And I can never thank you enough.”
“Baby girl, I'll promise to give you everything and more.” His hands caressed her arms. “I never want you to feel un
safe with me.”
“I feel totally safe with you, honey.” Mariana smiles, her eyes beaming with joy. “I want to be with you forever.”
Scott briefly thought about the engagement ring stuck in his messenger bag. It would've been the perfect time to propose. It was the most romantic day in the year, with a romantic picnic in the park and topped off with an incredible lovemaking session.
He then thought about the current mood. They were both naked and entangled with each other. Was that a story he wanted Mariana to share with friends and family, hopefully omitting the BDSM session they just had? Mariana was such a hopeless romantic who believed in love; she was better than a naked and sweaty proposal. She deserved a proposal in Paris, a romantic journey in Italy, or a sightseeing tour in Spain.
Something other than both of them naked and their bodies still moistened from their last romp. Was she really going to share that with her mother? “How did Scott propose?” “Well, after he bound and gagged me and fucked me ten ways from Sunday, he got down on one knee and asked me to be his slave for life!”
“Honey?” Mariana studied his sharp green eyes, wondering where his mind went. “Is everything okay?”
Scott blinked quickly and smiled back at his girlfriend. Her long ebony hair was starting to frizz. Her skin was shiny and sticky, remnants of the sessions they just had. Her eyes, however, sparkled with love and trust. He’d never felt more sure that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
He just thought of the perfect day to propose to her—her birthday. He was going to take Jeff’s advice and whisk Mariana away somewhere romantic and unforgettable. If he can only wait another month... “Yeah, baby, I’m fine.” He adjusted his position and slid inside Mariana once again. “But for now, let’s pick up from where we left off.”
“Ooh...” Mariana slid her body down Scott’s shaft. “This is shaping up to be my favorite Valentine’s ever.”
“I can always tell when you’re somewhere else,” Elissa’s voice snapped Scott out of his daydreaming, “because you get that glassy-eyed look, like a mannequin. Am I really that boring?”
“I was thinking about tonight,” he finally answered her.
It was a day Scott Reed hated.
Loathed.
Detested.
There weren’t enough synonyms to describe how he truly felt about that particular day of the year.
Not his birthday. He loved celebrating his birthday. Getting drunk and getting head was always a great thing.
Not Christmas. He loved spending the holidays with his family back in Georgia.
It was a holiday that made no sense to him when he was younger and damn sure didn’t make any more sense when he was older.
Valentine’s Day.
Every year at McCormick, Reed, and Sheppard, Scott had to watch employees squeal in romantic delight over the flowers, chocolates, and other surprises their lovers had lined up. He had seen more than his fair share of proposals. He had witnessed one too many romantic gestures in the form of paid singers, unsigned rappers, and other hungry talent looking to make an impression with the recipient and McCormick executives.
So, it wasn’t all bad. Whatever leftover chocolate some employees had, they offered it to him. He had a smile on his face whenever an employee showed off her new engagement ring. When he overheard the ladies in the lunch room talking about their romantic evenings, he was proud that they found a great partner to share their lives with.
Still, the romantic day didn’t change Scott’s view that Valentine’s Day was a waste of time. Truth was he’d always had those feelings, with the only exception being the one he’d shared with his ex-girlfriend. The moment the relationship ended, however, those feelings resurrected in full force, along with a thick taste of bitterness and regret. “I was in deep thought,” he explained.
“You work too hard and you work too much,” Elissa replied.
Scott briefly glanced up at his assistant and cracked a small smile. “You always say that.”
“And lo and behold, I’m always right,” Elissa replied. “You have plans tonight?”
“Taking her to a nice dinner and maybe a drive up the coast,” Scott played with a pen, “nothing too special.”
Her. It was Scott’s new girlfriend, if he would call her that. She wasn’t his girlfriend and she knew it as well. They were in an arrangement, both sanctioned and approved by Sanora, only on the condition that Scott returned her in the same condition that Sanora loaned the woman to him.
Her name was Dove but Elissa had another nickname for her—Suicide Blonde, just like the song. There was something about her that seemed sweet yet sinister at the same time, as if she was trying to hide who and what she really was.
All Elissa knew was she didn’t particularly care for the young woman. She’d grown quite fond of Mariana and silently hoped the ex-couple would come to their senses and finally get back together. They acted like everything was normal and kosher, as they should at work.
But there was tension—yes, sexual tension that was thick and prominent between the pair, that neither could deny no matter how far apart they both sat in meetings. “You don’t sound overly excited about it,” Elissa picked up her boss’s tone, “that’s different.”
“Valentine’s Day is a made-up holiday so the chocolatiers, florists, and restaurateurs can profit off poor and stupid saps trying to impress their girls by telling her, on that one day out of the entire fucking year, how special she is when they should be telling her that every single day.” Scott finally tossed the pen on the desk.
“Yes, I know your warped view of Valentine’s Day,” Elissa smiled, “I just remember last year a certain somebody didn’t think it was a fake holiday... maybe because he was celebrating with another certain somebody.”
Scott’s heart warmed up as he remembered the elaborate Valentine’s celebration he made for Mariana. He made a call to a close New York friend, Nick, and made arrangements to have flowers delivered from the floral shop his family owned. He paid Elissa’s relatives to serenade Mariachi songs. The evening ended with the two making love in every conceivable position by the fireplace at their home.
What a difference a year made. Though Mariana returned to McCormick, Reed, and Sheppard, the dynamic between the pair had drastically changed. Mariana was no longer Scott’s would-be fiancée and intern; now she was a paid employee and ex-girlfriend. They used to sneak off into his office for afternoon quickies. Now they avoided each other whenever possible, only speaking when they absolutely had to.
It made Scott sick to his stomach. It made him even sicker knowing that he was the cause behind it. “That was last year.” He spat.
“You can always change the course of the future if the past bothers you,” Elissa suggested.
“I’m in the process of doing that now,” Scott replied. Becoming a co-owner in EMK was one of the best business and personal decisions he had ever made. He could keep tabs on Mariana’s new boyfriend while increasing his fortune. It was a win-win.
Elissa read the sudden gleam in her boss’s eyes. She had worked for Scott when he was nothing and watched him gradually become the man every guy at work wanted to be and some desperately emulated in some form and fashion. She remembered the beat-up Lexus he once drove; now he drove a money-green Maserati. She remembered the suits he had to get re-sown over and over because he didn’t have enough money to get better ones. Now his closet boasted of the biggest fashion houses and his cheapest suit still cost more than her monthly mortgage payment.
She admired his determination and persistence, starting as a wet behind the ears employee and working his way up to partner. In other words, whatever plans Scott had for getting Mariana back had everything to do with him and absolutely nothing to do with her boyfriend. If Elissa didn’t know any better, she would assume that the poor sap was just merely in the way of Hurricane Scott. “You’re up to something. I feel it.”
“I need a favor from you,” Scott began over
dinner with his Mistress.
“Ask and you shall receive,” Sanora circled her wine glass with an index finger.
“I need to prove a point.” Scott’s green eyes flickered. “I need someone to help me emphasize that point.”
“Mariana?” Sanora asked and Scott nodded. “It depends on what reaction you want,” Sanora lightly shrugged. “Do you want her to hate you or hate her?”
“Her.”
“Dove,” Sanora said pointedly. “By the way, Mariana doesn’t hate you.”
“Okay.” He replied without emotion.
“She doesn’t. I know Mariana and I know how women are. She doesn’t hate you.” Sanora took a sip of wine. “She might, however, after this stunt you’re about to pull.”
Scott smiled as the dinner conversation faded into the background. He closed his Macbook and stood up. “I’m always up to no-good. You should know that.”
*****
“You’re looking all sorts of romantic and girly tonight, Mama,” Mariana dabbed some blush on her mother’s cheeks. “Where’s Daddy taking you out tonight?”
“We’re going to Spago,” Linda squealed with delight. “I’ve never been and I’ve always wanted to go! Your Daddy surprised me this morning with the news. We have a driver picking us up and we’re going to drive around town after dinner.”
“Sounds very romantic, Mommy!” Mariana eyeballed her mother’s face. She needed just a little more mascara.
“And what are your plans with Bernard, Lollipop?” Linda patiently sat still as her daughter applied the makeup. “Anything special?”
“We’re going to Sentiment,” Mariana replied, hoping the sadness wasn’t apparent in her voice, “and I don’t know where else.”
“You sound excited,” Linda picked up Mariana’s tone.
“It’s no big deal,” Mariana shrugged.
Linda opened her eyes and turned to the nearest mirror. Her daughter had once again done an incredible job on her face, making her look regal and not clown-like. She then turned to Mariana. Ever since her breakup with Scott almost a year prior, and a sudden new relationship shortly afterward, it was clear Bernard was a rebound and Mariana was trying very hard to like him. Sure, Bernard was a great guy and he got along with everyone in the family.