Taken by the Tycoon

by Normandie Alleman

  He was silent, his face blank.

  Great, he wasn’t going to help her out a bit.

  “I mean, why me?” Anxious jitters replaced her usual confidence, and suddenly she was transformed into an insecure teenager again, timid and gawky. The savvy, mature woman she’d been yesterday had vanished.

  He tilted his head. “Surely you know what a stunningly beautiful woman you are.”

  Her eyes widened. “Me?” Violet knew she was pretty, but stunning?

  “I don’t see any other beautiful women at this table.” He smiled.

  She swallowed hard, wishing her coffee would come soon. Her mouth was as dry as if she’d eaten sand. “But wouldn’t you be more interested in a woman your own age?” Her voice took on a slightly lecturing tone.

  “Nope.” His aquamarine eyes sparkled.

  “But why?” It came out a whine, a result of her frustration over him not holding up his end of the conversation.

  “Because I prefer a woman with experience, one who knows her own mind.”

  Thankfully, their drinks arrived and he took a long sip then nodded approvingly.

  “But…” Violet protested.

  “There are no buts. Violet, I am a man who gets what he wants. And right now I happen to want you.” His jaw clenched with determination.

  “But I’m old.” The words tumbled out before she could take them back.

  He laughed then wiped his mouth with his napkin. Leaning over he whispered, “I like to think of you as ripe. A delicious peach, just ready for the plucking.”

  Heat spread throughout her body, filling her with desire. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples hardened. He had a way with words, she had to give him that.

  She sipped her drink. It burned the inside of her mouth, and she puckered her lips. Damn, it was hot.

  “You okay?” he asked with a smirk, seeming to be enjoy her discomfort.

  “Fine, thank you,” she said and sat up a little straighter. “Well, I don’t understand the pain thing. Can you help me understand how people can like pain?”

  “Well, some subs are really into pain. It gets them off. But for others, it’s not so much about the pain as it is the joy of submitting.”

  “The joy of submitting?” She scrunched her face.

  “Yes. Subs find a freedom in submitting to the will of their master. They want to please him above all else.”

  That actually made sense. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to please Stuart, and the thought of it made her all tingly. Her pulse quickened and she considered his proposition. Her cunt must be dripping by this point.

  “Perhaps you might learn the answers to your questions by trying it. Have you come up with a safeword? A word that will put a stop to whatever is happening.”

  “Red. With yellow for caution.” She’d heard about using traffic light words and she knew she would remember them.

  “Wonderful. Then would you like to accompany me upstairs?”

  The invitation was impossible to refuse. Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded her answer.

  He lifted his finger for the waitress to bring him the check.

  * * *

  Moments later, Violet perched on a couch in the lobby, trying her best to behave inconspicuously.

  Stuart checked in to a room at the front desk then ambled past her. He casually whispered in Violet’s ear, “Meet me on the eighth floor,” before disappearing into the waiting elevator.

  Giving discretion priority over lust, she waited several minutes before approaching the elevators. Once inside, she leaned against the back wall, grateful for a moment alone. Was she really going to a hotel room, before noon, with a man who was practically a stranger to her?

  She considered pressing the button labeled “L” and returning to the lobby, but her hormones took over the decision-making process, and passion won the tug of war. After all it had been a long time since she’d—what did they say on TV?—had her pipes cleaned.

  The elevator door opened, and Stuart stood outside holding his hand out to escort her. She took his hand, resigning herself to try his crazy, kinky world. She would allow him to dominate her, even if she made a fool of herself.

  If it turned out badly, she would use a safe word, and she would never have to do it again. If it turned out well, she could only imagine how heavenly it would be to have him take her and use her body for his own gratification, and a shiver danced down her spine at the thought.

  Her hand trembled as he led her down the hallway, and to her surprise he tucked her into the alcove that housed the ice machine. With a mischievous grin, he reached for the hem of her white sundress.

  “I like your dress,” he said in a low, sexy voice.

  “Thank you.”

  Before she knew it his hand was up her skirt.

  Her brain told her to be offended, to expect more preamble, not to allow such behavior in a public place. Propriety was of the utmost importance to her. But she closed her eyes, and a deep breath escaped her lips. Nothing was as important as her desire for him to touch her, so she opened her stance slightly to give him better access.

  “That’s it,” he encouraged her. He held her close as he reached up to explore the heat between her legs. “Take off your underwear,” he said stepping back to watch.

  Violet gulped. “Okay.”

  “‘Yes, sir’ is the correct response.”

  “Yes, sir.” It came out a squeak. It felt odd calling someone younger than herself “sir,” but at the same time, it was intoxicating. The way he’d taken charge of her and the situation made her heart flutter in her chest.

  She yanked her panties down to her ankles, then hurriedly pulled them off and put them in her purse.

  He pushed her up against the wall and his fingers walked up her thigh. His touch was electric and experienced, he invaded her folds with an enthusiasm that set her pulse thrumming. He stroked her pussy with one hand and her face with the other, while his mouth found hers. Fireworks detonated in Violet’s mind, stars flashed and she could feel mini explosions going off inside her body. It had been so long…

  His velvety soft lips pressed hard against hers. Hungry. Insistent. She answered back with an urgency that matched his pace for pace.

  Taking her hand, he led her to the suite he’d reserved and motioned for her to enter. Her pulse raced as she walked through the door, once she crossed the threshold, was there no going back? She gulped.

  Once they were inside the room, Stuart casually slipped a hand around her waist and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Hey,” he said in an intimate tone.

  “Hey,” Violet said. “Do you want something to drink? Maybe some wine? I’m a little nervous.” She glanced around the room and took in the opulent décor, which consisted of sleek-lined furniture made from dark woods and upholstered muted green that was everywhere these days. The bed was festooned with a fluffy white coverlet and at least a dozen pillows, and an extravagant arrangement of white lilies graced the side table, their scent billowing in the air.

  “Sure, I’ll send down for some,” he said. “That’s normal. To be nervous.” His voice reassured her. Clearly, he had done this before. He appeared to have nerves of steel.

  Stuart crossed the room to the phone and ordered a bottle of wine. Then he moved back to her, his intentions transparent.

  He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, his whiskers tickling her face. When the few days’ growth brushed her skin, she wondered how his beard would feel on other parts of her body and she sensed a controlled passion behind his kiss. She moaned despite herself and feeling wobbly, she grabbed his arms with both hands. Then Stuart ran his hands up her back and unzipped her dress, which made her feel even more floaty inside.

  “Get on your knees,” he ordered her quietly.

  Violet looked up at him as she willingly obeyed. She knew what was expected of her, and as she knelt before him, she saw his cock peeking out of the top of h
is pants, begging to be freed.

  Before she’d been married, Violet had her share of experience with men. Stuart’s impressive erection made her realize that she was much more appreciative of a man’s cock now than she had been in her twenties. Over the years, she had grown to love the shape of it, the way it felt in her hand, and the power of what it could do to her.

  Seeing him so hard for her made Violet weak with desire. She let out an excited, “Mmm” as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid his cock into her mouth.

  She took him deep into her throat and played with his balls. Stuart placed a hand on each side of her head and pushed himself in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat over and over again. Then he wrapped his fingers in her hair and backed her head away from him so she could only reach the tip.

  Violet’s stretched and stretched her tongue out to reach Stuart’s cock. She yearned for him to give it back to her. Finally, he let her suck on the head of it until a knock at the door interrupted them.

  He zipped up his pants and took the wine from the server at the door. After uncorking the bottle, he poured them both a glass and handed one to her.

  As she stood up to take the wine, her dress fell to the floor leaving her wearing only her bra. “Cheers!” she said, uncomfortable in her state of undress. While she had lost weight recently, there were still about fifteen more pounds she’d like to lose, and several places that could use toning.

  “Cheers!” he said, touching his glass to hers delicately.

  They each took a sip.

  Then he turned and said, “Follow me.”

  Stuart walked to the bed. He took off his shirt, revealing a hairless chest and tanned, sculpted arms. Then he removed his pants and Violet’s stomach did a flip when she saw his taut stomach. It reminded her of the abs that covered the walls in the stores where her daughter shopped.

  He had the muscular legs of an athlete. Overall, it was a powerful physique on the most mouth-watering man Violet had ever seen in close proximity. His cock was long and thick, not to mention incredibly hard.

  As if in a trance, Violet moved towards him.

  He lay down on the bed on his back and said, “Come here and suck it.”

  Violet paused, shocked. She wasn’t used to being spoken to like that. At the same time, his dirty talk aroused her so she crawled on top of him, positioned herself between his legs and went to work licking, stroking, and rubbing his cock. She was rewarded when, on a big thrust to the back of her throat, he came.

  He deposited the semen so far back she didn’t get a chance to taste it. It was a weird sensation, but she was proud to have made him come in her mouth.

  “Good girl,” he said rubbing her head. “Keep it in your mouth and swallow every last drop.”

  Violet sucked his cock until he had gone soft again. Then she snuggled up next to him and asked, “How was that?”

  “Amazing,” he said, giving her a kiss. “You did a good job.”

  “I’m thirsty,” she said, climbing out of bed. She had one foot on the floor when he caught her other heel and pulled her back, feeling her breast with his hand. His other hand reached up and stroked her pussy.

  “Someone’s wet,” he taunted, holding her leg while she continued to try to crawl out of bed.

  She giggled and pulled her leg hard, escaping from his grasp. She scampered across the room and looked for something to quench her thirst. Only finding the wine, she took a few sips and set her glass of liquid courage on the bedside table.

  She lay down on the bed only to see Stuart was standing next to it, a stern look on his face.

  “I didn’t say you could get out of bed,” he said.

  Violet laughed. “Well, I know, but I was thirsty.”

  “You will have to learn to do only what I tell you,” he said. “Get up on all fours,” he said pointing at the bed.

  Tentatively, Violet complied with his request, distributing her weight evenly between her knees and hands. He tore at her bra, ripping it off and tossing it to the side.

  “You know you’re my dirty little whore now, don’t you?” he demanded. His words sent a little thrill down her spine.

  His hand smacked her naked bottom, causing her to flinch. She liked this firm, dominating side of Stuart.

  “Don’t you?” he repeated in a calm, yet menacing voice.

  “Yes!” This time she answered him.

  “Yes, sir,” he corrected. He slapped her again on her ass. Hard. Her heart raced and the stinging sensation on her rear end excited her more than she had anticipated.

  “Ouch! Yes, sir.”

  He whacked her cheeks again. And again. With each slap of his hand, heat rose in her buttocks and on her face. She cried out with each blow. This was a serious spanking, and she wiggled under his touch.

  “Be still, Violet. You must remain still during your punishment,” he corrected her sharply.

  “Sorry, sir.” She tried to hold her body in the same position, even as he continued to tenderize her now feverish bottom with his palm. He gave her more than she ever thought she could tolerate, and she was embarrassed that she found it so arousing.

  “Have you learned your lesson about not asking permission?” he asked.

  Dizzy with pain, she closed her eyes. “Yes, sir.”

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded. When she did, Stuart shoved his cock in her face, which jolted her back to reality.

  “Suck it again,” he said.

  Violet eagerly opened her mouth and enveloped him. He was only semi-hard, and she wanted to bring him back to life. Her body was on fire, and she wanted him to make her come in the worst way. Hopefully, that would happen soon.

  After a few minutes of intensive cock sucking, he was hard as a rock again.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said.

  “Okay,” she said breathlessly as soon as he removed his cock from her mouth.

  Still up on all fours, her ass up in the air, Violet prepared herself for his onslaught. Stuart quickly slipped on a condom and climbed onto the bed behind her. He teased her clit with his dick, rubbing the head against it, and asked her, “Do you want it?”

  “Yes, sir.” she said quietly. Her lust took her breath away, she wanted him so badly.

  He rubbed up and down on her clit, teasing her opening. “I don’t believe you,” he said.

  “Yes, please!” Violet begged. “Please, sir.”

  “I’m not sure I believe you.”

  She wiggled her ass shamelessly in the air. “Yes, please, please fuck me, sir. I need you so badly.”

  He assented and rammed inside her waiting pussy.

  “Oooohhh!” Violet purred with delight. This was what she had been waiting for. Damn! It felt incredible, him thrusting in and out of her. She wanted more.

  “Harder!” she said. “You can fuck me harder. Please, sir.”

  As he began to thrust harder, she screamed.

  “Shhh!” he warned. “You must keep it down. You have to show me that you can take a good fucking without waking up the neighbors.”

  “I don’t think I can,” Violet managed.

  He slapped her bottom hard, which made her scream louder.

  “Quiet, or I will have to stop fucking you and stick my cock back into your mouth to keep you quiet,” he said.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” Violet whimpered. She was so turned on she didn’t want him to stop. Trying to stay quiet, she bit the inside of her lip as he pounded into her. She kept biting until she tasted blood.

  He dismounted and lay on his back on the bed. “Get on top of me,” he ordered. She climbed on top of him, running her hands over his body and planting kisses on his chest.

  “Fuck me,” he said.

  Violet hovered over him for a moment then rocked her body over the top of him, taking his substantial girth inside her. She was careful to only make quiet, satisfied noises, “Mmm. You feel so good.”


  “Yeah?” he asked. “Does my cock feel good in your pussy?”

  “Yes, sir, it feels amazing.”

  It was then she noticed the mirror hanging above the headboard. She’d been so busy taking in Stuart and his incredible body that she missed the reflection staring right back in her face. It was both sexy and slightly disturbing at the same time.

  He noticed her discovery. “Watch yourself. Look at yourself fucking me,” he said.

  She saw her large breasts dangling in his face as she rode him. He reached up and grabbed them, pulling them into his mouth one at a time. He played with her nipples with his tongue and she groaned with pleasure and closed her eyes, forgetting about the mirror.

  He took both of her breasts in his hands, pulling them together and his play grew rougher. Rubbing his beard across her breasts, he used his teeth on her nipples, first one, then the other. The scratchy beard and teeth scraping over her nipples was more than Violet could stand. She shuddered and started to come.

  Her muscles contracted around his cock, and Stuart thrust into her from below. Grabbing her hips tightly, he quickened his pace until Violet cried out as she climaxed. Losing her balance, she almost toppled off of him.

  Stuart steadied her holding her upper arms and pumping her, faster and faster. Violet rode the wave of what seemed like a perpetual orgasm, like a barely-controlled trip, bumping through the wild rapids on a river of ecstasy. Stuart held onto her as she flopped like a rag doll, spent and drifting in another realm.

  Then, with a jagged breath, he came.

  Violet fell onto the bed next to him and gazed up at him dreamily. “How did I do?”

  “Great,” he smiled. “You took direction well. Do you feel like you’ve been properly fucked?”

  “Absolutely!” Violet answered, wrapping herself in the bed sheets.

  He shifted, then leaned over and retrieved something from his pants. To her surprise, he lit up a cigarette and offered her one. Violet declined, adding, “You know, you shouldn’t smoke.”

  He paused, then gave her a sly look. “Really?”

  “Yes, it’s terribly bad for you.” The minute the words were out of her mouth she regretted sounding like such a mom.