by Jade Stone
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, in reference to the lake and mountain range before us.
I nodded.
“You ever been here before?” he asked me.
“No,” I replied. “I’ve only been to Auckland.”
He didn’t comment on my reply, just smiled at me, his eyes boring into mine, which made my heart thud against my chest. I made sure I held my cigarette out of view so he wouldn’t notice my shaking hands, which wasn’t from the cold. There was a very strong sexual tension enveloping us, which was getting stronger by the second. I couldn’t remember the last time I had wanted a man so badly. I don’t think there was ever a last time. But I still held the resentment toward him, not only for being passed over for promotion, but also for his complete lack of acknowledgement. I suddenly couldn’t hold it in any longer. It didn’t help that I’d had several glasses of wine already.
“What do you want from me, Dale?” I demanded, sounding angrier than I intended.
He looked at me sharply, making me recoil inwardly. I even took a step back from him. He took a step toward me.
“I want you,” he replied quietly, dangerously.
I stood frozen as his words hit me, the blood pumping through me, peaking between my legs.
“I want you to join me when I go to Venexa.”
Those words took longer to sink in.
“Venexa?” I asked.
“You think I haven’t noticed you? You think I would leave you here?” he said. “I knew the moment I met you that you were one of the best. I’m sorry I didn’t show my acknowledgement earlier. I’ll admit, my management style can be unorthodox, but I do things my way. And you’re coming with me, April. You will be the next Sales Director at Venexa.”
I had never felt such mixed emotions. I was finally hearing what I had been waiting to hear for so long, and more, but without doubt, by leading me out here I had been hoping for something more as well. I cursed myself silently for my lack of professionalism. I straightened up and looked Dale in the eyes.
“I would be extremely honoured to join you,” I said. “Thank you. I will not let you down.”
Both our cigarettes had burned down to the filters. I tossed mine in the ashtray as I went to walk back inside.
“April.”
I turned around.
“In a hurry to leave so soon?” he asked.
He gestured to a table.
“Come, sit. We will talk about your future.”
He remained standing as I almost stumbled over to the seat, and I once again was washed over by his sensual aroma as I passed him. I was so pleased it was dark—my face was on fire. So was the flesh between my legs.
“Have you ever tried these?” he asked, pointing at a pile of oysters on a large plate.
I hadn’t even noticed they were there. I could tell they were fresh. Had he had them delivered?
“I’m not really a fan of seafood,” I said truthfully.
“Don’t say that until you’ve tried these delicacies. These are Bluff oysters, from the bottom of the South Island here. Once you’ve tasted one of these, you will change your mind.”
He picked up a shellfish knife and expertly shucked one open. He handed it to me, along with an oyster fork.
“Just scoop it out and put it in your mouth. Chew it only once or twice before you swallow it down.”
As much as my distaste for seafood reigned, I didn’t dare disobey him. I did as I was told. The flesh of the shellfish met my tongue. It was velvety smooth, and slid down over my tongue, then down my throat. Its wet slipperiness resembled the wet velvet flesh I knew was sitting between my legs. I had to admit, it tasted really, really good. The aftertaste reminded me of the distant and erotic memory of a man’s cum in my mouth. Something I had not experienced in quite some time... As though reading my mind, Dale shucked open another and handed it to me.
“How does it taste?” he asked quietly.
“Amazing...” I whispered.
“I find I always perform better after a plate of these,” he stated, sliding one into his own mouth. “Especially with a glass of champagne afterwards.”
I wasn’t so naive that I didn’t know that oysters apparently increase libido, but I took this statement to mean his work...or was he seducing me? He picked up a bottle of champagne and popped the cork. Whether he intended to or not, I was feeling hopelessly seduced. I watched the liquid splash into the glasses, and again I was surprised at my lack of observance. I hadn’t even noticed the bottle sitting there. He handed a glass to me.
He slowly sat down and joined me at the table. He picked up my packet of cigarettes and helped himself, putting one in his mouth. He extended the packet to me. This time I declined. I could not have him witness my hands shaking by letting him see me smoke so close, even if I could use the cold as an excuse. His own hand was completely steady as he held his cigarette.
“I make you nervous, don’t I, April?”
I felt my face burn even hotter. Again, I was thankful for the darkness.
“No, not at all.”
He chuckled.
“A lot of people are nervous around me. I don’t reveal this to everyone, but since we will be working so closely, I can let you in on a few things. One is that I’ve always believed that the ability to instil fear in people also attracts them to you. I’ve found it to be a great motivator—as long as they know you are always fair. Do you think I’m a fair man, April?”
“Very,” I choked out.
“Good. Your discernment is very accurate. You can stop being nervous now.”
I decided to stop trying to impress him, and just be honest.
“It is a bit easier said than done. I do find you intimidating.”
He laughed.
“Now you’re being honest. But you need to work on being brutally honest. I know it’s in you. You try to please people too much.”
Again, I was amazed at how accurately he had me summed up. I was definitely a people pleaser, often to my own detriment.
“Do you find me attractive, April?”
“Excuse me?” I spluttered.
“Do you find me attractive?”
I stared at him, only to find his eyes boring into mine once again. I felt numb with both embarrassment and desire. Was this man really this arrogant? Or had I made it so obvious I was so in love with him? I simply stared back, unable to answer.
“Because I am extremely attracted to you...” he said quietly.
I felt paralysed.
“Why aren’t you married, April?” he whispered.
I wanted to slap him.
“I haven’t met the right man,” I whispered back, looking away.
“No. You’ve been hiding. No man could find you unless he looked hard enough...”
His hand touched my knee. I slowly turned my head toward him.
“I have been watching you for a long time. And I think you are amazing,” he said quietly, his rich velvet voice washing over me. “You cannot hide from me, April.”
In an instant, his lips were on mine. I couldn’t move as his arms wrapped around me, around my waist, his hand meeting the small of my back, his other hand cupping my face. After what felt like eternity, I finally was able to kiss him back, my mouth melting into his, accepting his tongue against mine, inside my mouth. Tasting the rich remnants of the oysters, the champagne, and everything else I had imagined kissing this man would be like. My head fell back, and his mouth dropped to my neck.
“Oh, my god...” I breathed as his lips kissed down my neck, and down lower, lower, reaching my chest, between my breasts. My nipples, already hardened by the cold air, stiffened toward him, aching as he ran his hand over the front of my shirt.
He abruptly exited my grasp and got to his feet. I gaped up at him, expecting him to regret what he had just done, realising it was all a big mistake... He instead extended his hand.
“Come with me, April.”
I put my hand in his, and he pulled me to my feet. S
till holding my hand, he led me back into the resort. I followed behind him as we strolled past the restaurant, past the bar, where his staff—my colleagues—had now congregated after dinner. Their mouths dropped as they watched their CEO leading me by the hand toward his room. That was when I realised Dale d’Angelo truly did not care what anyone thought of his decisions once he had made up his mind. And he had made up his mind about me.
We reached the elevator. He held my hand firmly as we waited for the doors to open. When it arrived, we had it to ourselves, and he pinned me straight against the wall. I melted into him as his mouth sunk into mine again, his hands running over my breasts. I felt the hardness in his pants, pressing firmly against my stomach. When I lowered my hand to meet his manhood, the doors opened and he pulled me out.
The patio doors of his suite were wide open, revealing a steaming hot spa pool outside. Candles were lit all around, illuminating another plate of Bluff oysters and a bottle of champagne sitting on a small table alongside the pool.
Dale led me toward the pool. At first I was confused—surely he wasn’t...? He stepped into the pool, still wearing his clothes and shoes. He turned and took my leg, caressing my ankle as he removed my black stiletto. I allowed him to remove my other heel, then followed his lead into the spa, still wearing my pant suit.
“You aren’t meant to wear clothes in a spa, April,” he said, winking at me. “Come here.”
I glided through the water to his side, and his hands met my waist. The buttons of my shirt blew off as he ripped it open, revealing my bra. He peeled off my shirt, then my bra, then my pants. He took his time peeling off my g-string, caressing my ass as his tongue caressed mine in my mouth. Apart from my earrings, I was now completely nude in the spa. My carnal need to touch his cock, to taste it, took me over. I reached for his belt, but he pushed my hand away. He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up onto the edge of the steaming hot pool, exposing my steaming hot pussy directly beneath his face. I gaped at him as he ran a hand up the outside of my thigh.
“How long has it been?” he asked seductively.
“Too long...” I whimpered, embarrassed that he clearly knew I hadn’t been with a man for so long, yet so turned on I could not stop the throbbing ache in the flesh directly beneath his face.
He lowered his head and kissed me just below my navel, his hand still running over and caressing my outer thigh, his other caressing my breast as he continued kissing me, each kiss going lower and lower. I gasped as his mouth finally met my aching sex. My hand covered his on my breast as he pinched my nipple, while his tongue slid all over my folds, releasing all the tension and frustration I had held for so long—mostly the unrequited, raging lust I had felt for this man, who was now unleashing everything I had held in. I writhed all over the edge of the deck as his tongue expertly flicked over my clit, massaging deep into me as he pushed it down with his tongue, then diving down inside me, flicking in and out before sliding back onto my clit again. As I felt the orgasm building between my legs, I gripped the back of his head while he gripped my stomach with both hands, and my back arched up. I cried out as I came, my pussy convulsing against his tongue and my wetness seeping into his mouth, flying me into the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my life.
I lay back, still quivering as he kissed my clit, attempting to calm me down. I sat up, and he took me in his arms, pulling me back into the pool, and pulling me into him. His mouth met mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held my naked body tight against his wet shirt and pants in the steaming hot water. He released my mouth, and I rested my head on his shoulder, still recovering from the incredible orgasm he had just given me.
“You taste better than any oyster,” he whispered in my ear.
His cock was still raging stiff, and was hard against my stomach beneath the water.
“Let me taste you,” I commanded, sitting up. “But let’s get these clothes off you first!”
Dale grinned.
“You’re getting more commanding, April. I like it!”
I pulled his shirt open, revealing a very impressive chest. But I was more interested in experiencing that impressive hard cock. I grabbed his belt under the water, pulled it open, then opened his pants. His huge cock sprung out, meeting my hand.
“Sit up on the edge,” I whispered.
Dale lifted himself to the edge, stroking my face as I lowered my mouth to meet his raging hard cock, which was already throbbing in my hand. My tongue met the crown of his head, and I wrapped my lips around the girth of his thick, throbbing cock. Dale moaned softly as I took him fully into my mouth, taking him right to the back of my throat. He stroked my hair as I flicked my tongue all over his bulging head, licking the underside of his thick girth as I wanked him hard and sucked him harder. I savoured the taste of his pre-cum as it seeped into my mouth, trickling down my throat as I kept sucking on his cock. It had been so long since I’d had a man’s dick in my mouth, and I couldn’t get enough of it. His cock hardened and thickened more as I kept stroking him off, sucking his head above my hand then taking his whole length back into my mouth.
“April,” he gasped. “I wanna fuck you now.”
His cock tasted so good, and felt so amazing in my mouth, I could’ve sucked it all night, but he broke my bond by grasping a fistful of my hair and lifting my head out of his lap. He slid back into the tub, pulling me on top of him. He held me by the waist as I slowly lowered myself down onto his raging erection. I gasped as he pushed himself up inside me, impaling me, but my pussy instantly adjusted to his size. He moaned as he felt my pussy tightly grip his cock deep inside me, and his hands lowered down to my ass.
I didn’t need a cue. As soon as his hands met my ass, I wrapped my arms around his neck and raised my hips upwards, sliding up his shaft, then I slammed myself down again. I cried out as his bulging head hit my g-spot on the way down, and I eagerly raised my hips again, crying out a second time as my g-spot was stung in pleasure. Dale leaned back as he gripped my ass harder, and started thrusting up into me. I shrieked as he plunged his cock up into me, my chest pushing out as I threw my head back in response to his hard thrusts. The water started to splash over the tub, hitting some of the candles, causing them to go out as the steam rose higher into the cold air while Dale fucked me harder and harder in the pool. My pussy gripped his cock so tightly that I could see him clenching his teeth as he drove in and out of me. I writhed beneath his hands as he held me steady in the pool and continued to pound into me. I could feel my orgasm rising, building and building deep inside me, and it peaked just as Dale let out a loud groan. I gripped his shoulders as my head flew back, my mouth falling open as the orgasm hit me. It shot through me in waves, making my back shudder all over the surface of the water, splashing droplets up into the air as I convulsed in Dale’s arms. When it finally ended, I went limp.
When I could finally think clearly, I raised my head, still catching my breath, and looked at him. We stared into each other’s eyes as we continued to catch our breath. I suddenly felt embarrassed. I had lost complete control of myself as soon as my boss had inserted his cock. Dale’s hand met my face, and his lips met mine.
“Don’t feel embarrassed,” he said, once again reading my mind. “That was incredible.”
“I’ll say,” I agreed.
“I hope it was me who made you do that, and not the oysters,” he said into my ear, half-laughing.
I laughed with him.
“You taste better than any oyster,” I told him.
“I have never worked with my girlfriend before,” he said. “But I think I am going to really enjoy it.”
It took me a few seconds to absorb his words, remembering that this guy didn’t have ‘girlfriends.’ He stroked my face again.
“Are you my girlfriend?” he asked me.
My lips met his.
“Yes,” I whispered between kisses.
Normally, I would never consider working with a lover, but I knew when Dale d’Angelo made a decisi
on, he always made it work.
We sunk lower into the tub in a long passionate kiss, the steam rising around us. I was going to really enjoy my upcoming new job, with my new boyfriend.
White Sands
It has always been a mystery to me how you can hate someone so much...and love them so much. I guess Elizabeth Taylor experienced this when she married Richard Burton, twice. Then divorced him, twice. I wonder if they are still screaming at each other in the afterlife, loving each other and hating each other, in a never-ending fiery, passionate rage.
Because I have been there. Oh have I been there. When I think of my ex-husband, I have never despised someone more. And I have never desired someone more.
John was a cop who was ten years my senior. We met when I was twenty-one, in a kinda cliché way to meet a cop. A woman in the in the same apartment complex as me had been brutally assaulted the night before, and John knocked on my door to ask if I had seen or heard anything. I’ll never forget the moment I saw him. I had just come out of the shower, and was startled to hear a knock on my door so early. Without thinking, I just opened the door, still with a towel around myself. On my doorstep stood the best-looking man I had ever seen. He looked just like Paul Newman, his crystal blue eyes boring into me. John didn’t even flinch at my state of dress—or should I say undress. He professionally held up his ID, said who he was and why he was there, and asked if he could come in and talk.
He offered to wait while I dressed, but I said it didn’t matter. I invited him in and we sat in my living room as I tried to recount anything I may have noticed the night before. But with such a good-looking man sitting so close to me, it was hard for me to think. I said I didn’t see or hear anything, which was the truth. He handed me his card, and said to call him if I could recall anything from that night. As he left, he also said I shouldn’t open the door so willingly when there was a violent predator in the area; always ask who it is before opening the door, he told me. He gave me a short but stunning smile as he left, which was in contrast to the hard exterior he had carried during our conversation. My heart fluttered at the sight of it. I didn’t expect to see him again, but did hope I would.