by Alyssa Clark
I clenched reflexively. This wasn’t something I had experienced before. I didn’t know if I should stop her or see just how far she would take it.
When she licked my anus outright, I figured there was nothing I could do but process the feeling. She tongued the tightly clenched hole until I started to relax in increments. She didn’t force anything into me, just teased me with just adding little bits of pressure.
I wanted more, I just didn’t want to ask for it. What she was doing felt good, but it didn’t do anything to alleviate the ache in my cock. If anything it made it worse.
She must’ve felt the throbbing because she drifted back up the path she just traveled only this time she took her time to pay more attention to my balls. She sucked one into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue until she had me groaning with how good it felt. The other got equal treatment, and I was amazed by just how generous she was being. If this was just a reward, what would sex be like with her?
I wanted to find out.
Her tongue started to wind its way up my cock again, and I had to force my eyes open so I could watch as she swallowed it. Angela was intent on what she was doing, her cheeks hollowed as she began to work my length in. She wrapped her fist around the base of me and began to work me with her hand and mouth.
It was so good. I almost didn’t feel the probing of a finger at the rim of my ass. My breath caught, and I tried to clench my cheeks as the pressure began to turn into an invasion. She managed a digit into me, and there was nothing I could do to force her out. “Stop,” I gritted because I didn’t want anything forced into me.
She didn’t listen. Instead, she opened those big blue eyes and pinned me with a glare. She began to thrust her finger in and out of me slowly, all the while she continued to suck on my cock with ferver that I could feel building up in me. All despite the fact that she was finger fucking me.
Her finger withdrew and for a moment I thought she was done until I felt her begin to probe at me again. This time when she entered me there were two fingers that spread me apart. I grunted with the effort, trying to focus on the fact that I didn’t want this and not how it made me feel. “Stop,” I bit out hoping she would listen.
Instead, those eyes still looked right through me like I hadn’t said a word. Her fingers kept up their work in time with her other hand and the suction of her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at me, I was doing something wrong here. I couldn’t think of what it was. She wasn’t waiting for me to figure it out. Instead, her fingers curled within me, and after a little bit of searching on her part, she began to tease something inside me that left me gasping.
I didn’t know what she was doing, but I couldn’t think past it. Pressure built in my testicles and the stimulation she was giving me from my ass only seemed to magnify everything. The throbbing of my cock wasn’t something to ignore either. There was no restraining the tidal wave of feelings she was inducing in me. When I came it wasn’t like an eruption, it was more like an explosion that left me blind. My hips found a way to rock up into her mouth as everything that I had me was rushed out of me.
I was sapped, all my nerves were buzzing, and I could think past how good it felt.
I was suddenly so glad she didn’t stop.
Her hands were on my knees, and I felt the bar between them move. Carefully, my legs were lowered to the mattress. I opened my eyes to see her, I noted her hair was damp and her makeup smudged. She still looked fucking gorgeous.
“What are you doing now?” I sounded mildly drunk, but I got her attention.
“Shh,” she soothed as she kept up the chore of releasing me. “Just relax while I clean you up. Don’t try to get up, if you do you might fall.”
“Why didn’t you stop?” I clenched as I thought back to the invasion of her fingers. It wasn’t something that bothered me now, but I felt like I needed to know.
“You didn’t say the safe word,” she spoke gently. “Remember the rule, if you don’t say the right word, then I don’t stop.” She worked the silky rope from my wrists and as soon as they were free she went as far as to lightly massage my wrists. I’d pulled at the bindings, so they were tight, but I hadn’t been bothered by them. “If you want me to stop doing something to you,” her fingers went through my hair, and I couldn’t help but remember where they had been. “You will remember your safe word,” I noticed the way she looked at me, there wasn’t anything degrading in her expression. She looked as if she were being far too observant, “Are you alright?”
I swallowed, there was a lot here that happened that was definitely going to need some introspective thought that I wasn’t going to have with her standing over me. All I could really think about was just how good it had felt, “I’ve never…” I didn’t know how to complete the sentence. I was uncomfortable with just how she was looking at me.
She looked away from me for a moment then nodded, “I need to clean you up. Don’t get up.”
While she had me loose, I didn’t think I could feel my feet enough to get up. I let my arms fall limp and just relaxed. This was probably the part that Allen was talking about. I didn’t feel like I had a care in the world and everything was sapped from me with the magnitude of that orgasm.
Did she do that for Allen, too?
That brought me up short. I sat up, and I inspected the damage as I tried to distract myself from the way that made me feel. My stomach had twisted up, and I could feel heat going up the back of my neck. I shifted so I could see just what she was doing and where she was at. I felt something possessive towards this woman I didn’t even know. I didn’t want her doing things with another man.
Especially not Allen Franklin, and I knew he felt the same way.
Angela was in a little bathroom that I hadn’t noticed on my first visit. It had dark tile and looked open. There was a shower without a tub, a little half wall provided some privacy, and I assumed hid the toilet. From what I could see of her, she was gathering a washcloth and a small bowl of water. She wasn’t kidding about cleaning me up.
A glance down and I saw just what kind of mess was left over. The reason why I felt sapped was because when I came, it looked like every bit of cum that had built up in me had been ejected from me. I practically coated the bed. “I’ve never had this,” I gestured to the bed. “Happen before.” I felt embarrassed when I looked up at her, it explained why she was damp. She was probably hit with a stream of it.
The look she gave me wasn’t demeaning in the least. If anything it softened the harshness of the background. “Don’t worry about this, Mr. Clarke,” she sat on a clean spot of the bed and began to put her focus on cleaning up the sticky liquid off of me. “What I did,” she spoke gently as she cleaned me up. “was called milking the prostate. The reason why I did that is because it usually provides an intense orgasm.” She shifted my flaccid cock out of the way as she cleaned my thighs. I winced because I felt overly sensitive, “I know you were probably uncomfortable with the anal play. That’s why you demanded I stop, right?” I nodded and looked away, I didn’t want to process that part yet. “Situations like that is why the safe word is important. I am going to push you and your comfort zone. If you say stop instead, I am going to keep going. That’s how this works.”
She had explained that to me before. It shouldn’t bother me now, and really it didn’t. Right now what bothered me the most is knowing that she had almost certainly sucked off my boss.
“Do you do things like that for Allen?”
“What I do with Mr. Franklin is not your business,” she looked unphased by my question. Once she had me cleaned up, she helped me shift to the edge of the bed. She hovered like she thought I might slide off the bed or something. “Why are you bothered by what I do with Mr. Franklin?” When I met her gaze she looked confused, “The relationship I have with him is similar to what I have with you. That much should be obvious.”
“Probably for the same reason he keeps coming back to you after you give him hell,” I doubted she realized what he wanted fr
om her. I knew she knew what I wanted from her. But I hadn’t made any attempt to hide my lust from her.
I watched her expression cloud, but she walked away without commenting. “See if you can get up and come here to dress without stumbling,” she commanded as she got to the closet.
“You’re going to make me get dressed now? We’re done?” Honestly, I didn’t want to walk away from her now. Even if I was sure my cock wouldn’t cooperate, I wasn’t ready to leave.
“As much as I would enjoy hearing you whimper and moan, Mr. Clarke,” she gave me a smile that could only be described as sexy. “You are obviously done with this visit. It would be unprofessional to continue to add time to your bill that Mr. Franklin is paying.”
I stood, and I felt my legs quake. I didn’t stumble though. I walked towards her with a surety I shouldn’t have been able to summon up. Her eyes drifted over me, and I saw appreciation, I knew attraction was there. After all that she had done to me, I was going to take this chance. When she pulled out the hanger that held my slacks, I ignored it. Instead, I caught her chin and cupped her cheek with my other hand. I didn’t give her time to protest, I caught her mouth in a hungry kiss that I had been dying to give her since I first laid eyes on her.
She made a noise of protest, but it quickly trailed off. Surprisingly, she returned the kiss. Her lips parted, and her tongue slipped into my mouth, I couldn’t help the groan at the taste of sweetness that it treated me to. The only thing that was off-putting was the underlying saltiness that could only be because of me. Did she swallow? I pressed her back until she was against the wall and enjoyed the feel of her pressed against me.
Our tongues fought for dominance, I wasn’t ready to bend to her will now. I was much too eager to taste every inch of her that I could. Her fingers cut through my hair, and her nails scraped along my scalp. Had I been able to get it up, I was sure I would be rubbing my erection against her thigh. But after what she had given me earlier there was no chance of the old boy getting up again today. It didn’t keep the lust I felt for her from boiling over.
I pulled away so I could gasp for a breath and before I could even think about finding out what the rest of her tasted like her hand connected with my cheek. She slapped me hard enough to dislodge me. I stepped back and saw stars. If she had flat out punched me, there’s a good chance she might have knocked me on my ass.
“You don’t get to do that,” she snapped at me, wiping at the smudged lipstick. “And if you do it again, Mr. Clarke, I assure you I will make you regret making the assumption. You are not the one that’s in control of this situation.”
“And you are?” I refrained from rubbing my bruised cheek. “You’re the one in control? You dole out punishments and rewards, but what do you get out of this?” I bent down to get my slacks and didn’t bother with my boxers, I stepped into them and tugged them up. “Let me guess you’re comfortable with your sexual frustrations. That’s fine.”
“I am not going to fuck you,” she hissed and I knew I was playing with fire.
“That’s fine,” I said again as I made a point of getting dressed. “I got off,” I rolled a shoulder. “Maybe I was assuming a bit much by thinking you could get off, too.” I finished dressing, and I didn’t wait for her to let me out. I walked out on my own.
I wasn’t irritated or angry. It felt like I was making a statement on just how precarious her control was.
7
Angela
I normally didn’t get shaken by much. I had prided myself on not being affected by a lot when it came to bringing men into my office. But, Mr. Clarke had managed to affect me in a way that had me avoiding my usual routine after he left.
I think part of the problem was because he was right.
I wasn’t in control.
Was I ever?
I spent days fuming over it. Days trying to figure out just what I was getting out of all of this. Aside from money.
If anything, I was invoking other people’s fantasies. It stopped being about me a long time ago, I was well aware of this. While the sexual frustration had been something I had managed before Mr. Clarke, it was suddenly getting out of my control.
The fact that he kissed me, and I had let him get away with it, didn’t help. Maybe the fact that I saw him as a challenge didn’t help either. I was still hung up on both. The musk of him still clung to me, and no matter how often I bathed or what perfume I tried, I still smelled him.
There was no shaking it.
My work phone came to life, and like a prepubescent girl, I dove for it. It ended in disappointment. It was Mr. Franklin. Like clockwork.
I took a breath and slowly released it before I answered, “Mr. Franklin.” I had to sound cool and collected even if I wasn’t.
“Angela, darling,” he sounded relieved. He really shouldn’t. Not if he knew the kind of mess I was in. “Thank you for taking my call,” he began. “I hope you are well.”
“Mr. Franklin, I would usually entertain your little conversations, but you have caught me while I’m in a particularly foul mood,” there was no reason to beat around the bush with him. I found it was always important to be direct and clear about how I felt with my clients. The only one that had me questioning that thus far was Mr. Clarke. “Can you please get to the point?”
“Yes, darling, of course,” I never bothered to correct him with his pet name for me. It never really fazed me, but now I felt myself on edge. It was like I couldn’t trust anything men told me now. “I noticed the charge that you took out on my account and I assumed that Matthew had paid you a visit.”
“Despite the gift that you gave him,” I was stewing with this man. “I am not at liberty to speak about what was involved, and you of all people are aware of that.”
“I wasn’t going to ask,” he said evenly. He was careful with his words now, I could hear it with the way he breathed into the phone. “I was going to ask if this would affect that punishment you currently have me on and if I would be able to have the pleasure of being in your company anytime in the near future.”
Because that was just what he was after. Every bit of conversation with Mr. Franklin always revolved back to when he would be able to garner a moment. At least Mr. Middleton was strict with his schedule. Franklin only wanted more and more.
“When would you like to meet?” I asked because I was tired of talking to him now.
I heard his breath catch, he hadn’t expected my answer, “As soon as you would allow it. I can rearrange my schedule just to have even an hour of your time.”
I didn’t even refrain from making a noise of disgust. He sounded so desperate. Had I made him into this or was he this way before our arrangement began? “I will give you an hour to make arrangements so that you may come to my office. I will not wait for you to book a hotel room. If you haven’t gotten back to me within the hour then you will have to wait until your regularly scheduled day,” there was a bit of cruelty that I felt I needed to dole out. “I do not wait on you,” I reminded him before I ended the call.
I would have to use the hour I gave him as a means to find a center, to let go of my frustrations towards him. It was never a good idea to see a sub while angry, it could put them in a dangerous position. Plus it could put a precarious strain on the trust that you had built with them. That wasn’t something I liked to do. I shouldn’t agree to meet him today, if he could manage it. I should make him wait.
It wasn’t even ten minutes after his call that I got a text message from him. It informed me that he would be available in thirty minutes and could be at my disposal for two hours.
Instead of doing the right thing, I prepared myself for work. Only I made myself up in a manner that pleased me, going with a smoky look around my eyes and a brilliant red for my lips. I even elected to wear a more comfortable bustier over a corset with boy shorts instead of a thong.
This wasn’t going to be about pleasing him.
That’s where the mistake began.
As soon as I was prep
ared physically, I made my way to my office. I didn’t take the time to prepare myself mentally. All I did was focus on the chore that this would be. That should have given me pause. This wasn’t supposed to be a chore. But I didn’t let my better judgment lead me.
I unlocked my office door and went in, knowing the older man was just behind me. With the front door locked just after him, I led him back into my playroom and waited at the door. “Undress yourself,” I instructed while I considered just where I wanted him. I wasn’t sure just what I wanted to do to this man, I just knew I wanted him to hurt. “Then come get into position at my feet.”
He did it without question, without hesitation. He had himself stripped and kneeling at my feet in less than ten minutes. Something that would warrant a reward, some praise at the very least. But I offered him neither. I looked down at him with contempt.