He tilted his head and looked at me, doubting what I was saying. “I thought you would say that, so let’s make a deal. You give me three nights, three times to change your mind, and then you can decide if you want to agree to a contract.” “A contract? Why would I need to sign a contract?” I spat out angrily. “I need to know that you are my submissive and no one else’s, and I would need to know that you will never speak of our relations to other people. I would need to you sign a non-disclosure agreement, because I am the CFO of a major company Sarah” he explained. It was then I realized he was very serious about the arrangement, and something dared me to go for it.
I moved to straddle him on the couch, and he picked me up in one movement and put me underneath him. “I can show you how good it feels to be open, powerless, and to succumb to me” he whispered. The look in my eyes must have game me away, because he pulled me upstairs, through the kitchen, and into the pool house. The excitement was getting me horny, and I came to a halt when I walked through the door. Candles were lit all around the bedroom, and I saw straps and a blindfold on the bed. There were also two small round metal balls next to the straps. He was grinning when I looked at him, and he pulled me to the bed.
“I don’t want to scare you, so I’m not going to push you tonight, I just want to show you how I can please you when you listen to me.” Rob explained. I was so scared and anxious at the same time, I couldn’t move. He walked up to me and lifted my sweatshirt above my head. I was wearing nothing underneath, and my breasts quickly responded, I could feel my nipples tighten, and he smiled, pleased with my response. He pulled down my shorts and underwear at the same time, leaving me standing naked. “You need to listen to me, and do what I say for this to work” he spoke to me. All I could do was nod.
He stood in front of me, pulling his grey t-shirt over his head, showing me his tall strong body. He left on his jeans, which were hanging on his hips loosely. I was tempted to pull them to see if they would fall. He grabbed the blindfold off the bed and walked towards me. I looked at him wide-eyed as he lifted it to tie it on, and he kissed me sweetly on the lips. It was such a tender kiss, considering what we were about to do seemed so primal. He led me to the bed. “Lay down on your back, and relax, I’m only going to make you feel good.” He commanded. How was it that I was so trusting of a man I didn’t know well? I did as he said, and waited.
I heard him moving around and felt something tighten around my wrist. This happened with my other wrist, and then my arms were pulled above my head. I could feel him on top of me but I couldn’t see him. “Your body is so ready for me,” he said as he grabbed my breasts, and felt between my legs. “Sarah, I am going to slide something inside of you. It’s a small metal ball. It’s going to be cold, but I want you to hold it inside of you ok?” I could already feel myself getting wet. He lifted my knees up and pushed my legs apart, I expected his fingers first, but the coldness of the ball shocked and stilled me. It felt odd but good, and I held my muscles together to keep it in, moving my legs down. I felt him lean back over me and he took my breast in his mouth, tonguing my nipple. I started to lift my body towards him, his teasing was overwhelming. He leaned on top of me and I felt his dick pressing against my stomach.
He must have taken his pants off, and I could feel how hard it was pressing into me. “I want you to open your mouth Sarah, and I want you to suck.” I felt the head enter my mouth, and I teased it by swirling my tongue. I started to suck aggressively, to take my mind off the ball movements inside of me that were so pleasing. “Oh god Sarah, that’s it, don’t stop” he commanded. As he grew hotter and longer, I didn’t know how much more I could take in my mouth. I felt his entire body tighten I sucked around him fast, and he exploded pushing into me while growling into the air. Not being able to see anything made me feel so connected to him, without any distractions.
He kissed my mouth hard, surprising me and hurting my lips. He moved down my neck and around my stomach, but I couldn’t wait for him to get to me. “Right now, I need it right now” I ached out, begging him. “Shhhhh, you don’t do the talking, I say the commands. Don’t let the ball fall out” he said firmly but affectionately. I was surprised but too anxious to care, I needed him to put his mouth on me, needing to have an orgasm. He moved his mouth right above my clit and blew on it, making my entire body alert, and I arched my body up to him. I wanted him to take it.
He came down and sucked on my clit hard, and I let out a scream. He was sucking and pushing with his tongue, and I couldn’t keep my legs closed. I tried so hard to keep the ball in as he pushed my knees up to eat me with his whole mouth, and he started licking around my opening. “Let it out” he warned, and I knew it was coming. I released my muscles and he used his tongue to help pull it out. It felt like ecstasy, and then he rammed himself inside me. The stimulation made my entire body clinch around him, ready to cum. The friction of his body and his big erection inside me made me shake with an orgasm, and I wrapped my legs around him as tight as I could. The more he pounded into me, with sweat from his body dampening my skin, the harder I came. He pushed so hard until I felt him coming inside of me and heard him yelling my name.
As he unhooked my wrists I felt euphoric, and I still had pleasure running through my body. When he untied the blindfold, he was grinning like a man who knew he did it right. I felt a bit self-conscious now that it was over, and he led me into the shower. We didn’t talk, so he just washed my body and his. He shut the water off and wrapped a towel around me. “You better head to your bedroom so our parents don’t suspect anything” he said, looking at me from the mirror. I was staring at his muscular ass, and my eyes met his. He turned around, and I knew he was right, we couldn’t risk getting caught.
I walked to the house with so many questions in my head. Was I going to sign the contract? What types of things would we do during sex? Should I be mad that he doesn’t want to share a bed with me? I couldn’t decide if I was a random piece of ass to him, or if this was going to be something more. Could it ever be more since our parents were getting married? Starving and exhausted, I made a snack and went to my room. I was emotionally raw and so confused, but my body ached and I couldn’t keep my eyes open to think anymore.
It was the next morning when I woke up that I realized I didn’t even have Rob’s phone number. I flipped through my phone, looking at text message from friends, even some from guys that wanted to hang out. It didn’t matter if I’m single or not, all I could think about was Rob. I had an upcoming weekend trip with some of my friends, and I was wondering if I would see him before he took off. I didn’t want to ask my mom for his number, because of her reaction when I asked about him before. I decided to look him up.
I found him on their company website. Robert Trexler Jr. had quite the resume, and his picture looked like a male model. I typed in a Google search for him, to see what I could find. Most of the stuff was business related, however there were some social media hits. His profiles were private, so I decided to request him as a friend on Facebook and Instagram. We were going to be siblings, so it made sense right? After exhausting my efforts, I went down stairs to eat.
Over a bowl of cereal I decided to increase the amount of cardio I did throughout the week, I was exhausted and fatigued from last night’s affair. My mother had returned, and insisted we go out shopping together for my trip this weekend, and she wanted to get lunch. As I stripped down to get in the shower, I noticed a glow about myself in my reflection. I felt more like a woman than I ever had, and it looked good on me.
It was during lunch I checked my phone and saw that I had a message on my Facebook. It was Rob, and the message had his office number. Although I thought it was odd, I excused myself for a moment and went outside to call him. “Robert Trexler” he answered, and I was taken back by his deep and professional tone. “Hi, it’s Sarah” I responded, not really sure what else to say. “I was wondering how I could get a hold of you this morning, but it looks like you beat me too it” he teased, and suddenl
y I felt embarrassed I had been so eager to reach out to him. We exchanged cell phone numbers, and I agreed to meet him in the city tonight. I just had to come up with a story for my mom, since I wouldn’t be returning home for the night.
I talked briefly with my mother and Calvin before leaving, saying friends and I were having dinner in the city, and I would probably being staying the night on the other side of town. I promised we had a driver, and they didn’t give a second thought to my story. Since I was a bit of a socialite, it was possible that it would get back to my mother that I was out with Rob, and he was obviously a paparazzi target as well.
Earlier in the day I noticed that Rob hadn’t accepted any of my friend or follow requests, which I thought was odd. Was there something that he didn’t want me to see? Did he have a girlfriend he didn’t want me to know about? I was starting to realize that I had questions, and I really wanted to get answers. I asked him if we could get something to eat, and with hesitation he finally agreed that we could.
I met him at his downtown Charleston apartment building, which was at least a dozen stories high. He met me in the parking lot, so I hadn’t even seen was it looked like. Rob drove my car, and we headed to dinner. “Why are we driving so far off the main strip?” I asked, as we turned and moved, but he didn’t really give an answer. When I arrived, I realized we were in a very low key location. “Do you not want to be seen with me?” I interrogated. Rob turned to face me, “I don’t think we should publicize spending personal time together, with our parents getting ready to walk down the aisle. It’s not a good look for me, and we don’t even know what’s going on” he admitted. I was stung, but wanted to play it cool.
After a few drinks, thanks to make fake I.D., we were able to start talking and laughing. We talked about everything from college to our parents, and even about the expectations associated with being wealthy and a socialite. I felt like we were connecting, and I could tell he felt comfortable and relaxed too. He paid the bill and we were heading home, and I couldn’t think of anything but him between my legs with his mouth and his cock. I reached over and started rubbing him with my hand.
He sat back and let me continue, shifting and letting his breath out. “So tonight is the second night of our trial run until we meet an agreement” he reported, and I wiggled with anticipation. “If I sign the agreement” I responded, and I noticed we were a few minutes from his place. He shot me a stern look, but I had to keep him waiting and wondering. This was the most sexually charged relationship I had ever experienced, and I was willing to go outside of my comfort zone to make him happy.
I lifted the bottom of my pleated dress up around my waist, and slid off my teal lace panties. He looked down, surprised at what I was doing. I looked at him, and started to touch myself, massaging and moaning. After rubbing myself I really started to get wet, and I could see he was panting. “Should I stick my fingers inside myself?” I asked, wondering if he wanted to see me climax. He let out a growl, and I couldn’t stop. I was getting so hot touching myself knowing he was watching me, that I kept touching inside myself until I came. He grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers, “I’m going to have to punish you for that” he promised.
He stood at the opposite side of the elevator, staring at me on the way up. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I was feeling modest and slightly embarrassed of my behavior in the car. A week ago, I could have never in my life imagined doing something so sexual and explicit. Today, I was ready to go in his apartment and let him have my body. I could only hope that I could perform as he hoped, and deliver what he wanted so we could keep this going.
He unlocked his apartment door, and I noticed his brown eyes grow even darker, matching his hair. What was he thinking? Was he falling for me, or was I something he wanted to own and fuck, and then be done with? He gestured me in, and we walked into the kitchen. The kitchen has stark white marble countertops and stainless steel appliances, with an island as large as a full sized table. I instantly imagined him putting his mouth on me on the island, like he did at the hot tub. The entire apartment was sleek and masculine just like him, with dark hardwood floors throughout.
After making us both a drink, he led me to the plush overstuffed leather couch. He turned the music on and we both sat looking at each other. “I have a girl’s trip with my friends this weekend, so I won’t see you when I leave tomorrow until at least Sunday” I announced. “Well I guess I better get it all out tonight” he replied, and he leaned in to kiss me. Before I knew it my dress was over my head, and I was taking off my bra.
He cupped both my breasts, and sucked them so hard it hurt. The stimulation was painful but intoxicating, and I was grinding in his lap, feeling his dick through his slacks. I couldn’t wait to get him naked, but he suddenly stopped. “Let’s get in my bed, I have plans for you tonight” he ordered, and then he slapped me hard on my bare ass. I jumped because the sting was so deep, but he was already in the bedroom. As I walked in I noticed just a bedside lamp was on, but he told me to get on the bed.
“I want you to get on the bed Sarah, get up on your knees and face me” he directed, and I did just that. I straightened my posture so he could see my breasts swelling for him, and he eyed me like he was hungry. “Touch your breasts, massage them, but keep your eyes on me” he started. I stared at him and did as he said, and then started to move my right hand flat down my stomach. “That’s right, now start to tease yourself” he continued. I sat in front of him touching myself again, with one hand pulling my nipple, the other pushing my clit around. As soon as he noticed how ready I was, he came towards me. “Stop touching yourself Sarah, now bend over.” I froze immediately. I didn’t do that, and I couldn’t imagine how it could give anyone pleasure, and he saw it in my face.
“Sarah this is going to feel better than anything you have ever felt, now obey me or leave.” His voice was stern, but instead of anger I somehow felt challenged, like I couldn’t let him upset me. I turned around and got on all fours, facing his headboard. “Now start touching yourself again, this time slide your fingers in and out of yourself, and pretend it’s my tongue” he told me. I spread my legs and did so, feeling so turned on and wet, and wondering what he was doing behind me. I felt his hands on my ass, and his hard dick between my ass cheeks. “Don’t stop touching yourself, I’m going to take you over the edge” he whispered. I felt his thumbs start to rub around me with my fingers, and I noticed them he was getting them wet. As I started to moan he ordered me not to come, and to hold it back. He kept rubbing, and then moved one of his fingers around my crack, running it up and down. As I continued touching I felt his mouth on my cunt, pulling and biting at the back of my lips from behind me, and I started to shake. He moved his tongue up my butt crack, and started circling. I could barely hold myself up, and he started finger fucking me with his own hand as I put both my hands on the bed. His fingers slid so slick in and out of my cunt, then he shoved his finger in behind me, pressing down. I screamed and collapsed as I came, in shock of the pleasure running through my entire body. He held me up, and pulled out his finger pressing down inside my rear again, and I felt myself coming without control. Barely able to move, he fucked my cunt from behind slowly, and I kept my eyes open until he came inside of me, and collapsed next to me.
It was dark in his apartment but I was for some reasons aroused. It was then I realized that rob was between my legs. My body felt weak, I couldn’t imagine having the ability to cum again. He slowly started licking and flicking my clit, knowing just what part to suck and press. It couldn’t have been a minute and I was rippling with pleasure, and he was sliding into me. I clenched myself as he slid in and out, and enjoyed his mouth on my tits as he fucked me hard on top of me. When he spurt inside me and pulled it out, it was dripping all over the bed.
I woke up again to Rob kissing me on the cheek, saying something about work. I had no clue what time it was, and I could barely remember where I was. He said he would see me when I got home from my trip, and told me to t
ake a bath if I was sore. I drifted back to sleep in his oversized bed, my body too exhausted to move.
When I finally woke up and looked at my phone, it was almost noon. My mind rushed and I had to get home to get ready for the weekend, but my body was aching. The minute I went to sit up I remembered where Rob had been last night. I Iet him inside me in both places, and had the most intense orgasm of my life. How could something I once found so gross be something I prayed he would do again? I found my dress and did the walk of shame to the parking lot, hoping in my car to head home.
The sky was grim and I wondered what the weather was supposed to be like for our trip. We had to catch a ferry, and you couldn’t lounge on the beach if there was no sun. I chatted with my girlfriends on the way back the house, and started packing quickly when I got home. In the shower I washed myself carefully. My clit was sore from the rubbing and sucking, and my muscles were sore from holding myself up on all fours. I couldn’t imagine having the physical or mental ability to hook up with any other guy on this weekend trip, not like I would want to anyways.
“So when exactly do you think you will be home?” my mother intruded, watching me as I threw clothes into a bag. “I should be home Sunday morning, what do you have planned for the weekend?” I responded quickly, trying to dodge her questions. I wondered if she could tell that was sleeping with someone since I’ve been home. She wasn’t her overprotective self lately, but I assumed it was because she was planning the wedding, and trying to hold on to husband number four. “So there isn’t any way that you’ll be home tonight?” she pried further. “Nope, not coming home tonight mom” I assured her. She decided to make me something to eat and headed downstairs. I texted Rob a message saying thanks for the night before, but didn’t get anything back.
Chelsea honked and I walked out to her SUV with my bag, ready for a night to think about what was going on in my life. “Hey girl, where have you been, or who have you been under should I ask?” she spit out as I jumped in the car. Feeling terribly embarrassed and being a bad liar, I put on my sunglasses. “I’m not busy under anyone, how are things with Ben” I responded, changing the subject. I looked at my phone and saw a message from Rob, telling me to get ahold of him when I get home. We drove off and she complained about her long-time boyfriend, claiming that things were getting old between them. As we talked and drove the hour to the fairy, we noticed that the sky was getting darker.
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