Taken by the Tycoon

by Normandie Alleman

  “Srgoingtcm!” Violet tried to speak but it came out a garbled mess because her mouth was occupied.

  “Are you okay? I don’t want to choke you.” Stuart pulled out of her mouth, concerned.

  “Yeah, I thought I was going to come if you kept doing that,” she said, gulping in air.

  He laughed, “That makes two of us!”

  She laughed too. “You can be a cruel master,” she teased.

  “You think so? You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said with a sparkle in his eye.

  Standing beside the bed, he pulled her into a kneeling position and took her face in his hands. He looked into her eyes, and kissed her intently, taking her breath away.

  “Mmm. Stuart,” She draped her arms around him and kissed him back.

  His hands roamed over her curves, exploring the place where her waist and hips met. He moved down to the small of her back, caressing her round bottom then her thighs before he brought his hands back up to her face.

  “You are a goddess to me, Violet,” he whispered.

  “Lie down with your head hanging off the bed here.” He pointed. “Do as I tell you.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said saucily.

  He stood, hovered over her beside the bed. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

  Violet obeyed, and Stuart fed her his cock slowly, inch by inch, until touched the back of her throat. From there he thrust in and out past her gag reflex. He pulled out long enough to allow her to breathe. With him on top of her, in this helpless position, she was at his mercy.

  Violet felt a twinge of panic, but she willed herself to remain calm. She trusted him, and she knew that it was experiences like these that deepened their bond. As he thrust into her mouth, Violet was torn between focusing on the sensual pleasures of swallowing him, and trying to breathe. All of a sudden her clit lit up as he licked, nipped, and prodded her lower lips.

  Heavens! More sensations to contend with.

  Stuart finger-banged her pussy at the same time she choked on his cock. Oh yes. This is pure torture. The delicious kind.

  Violet jumped and squirmed, tried to scream and flailed her arms, wishing he would stop assailing her private parts, but her protests went unanswered. Stuart continued to face fuck her and devour her pussy at the same time, nibbling on her as if she were his last meal.

  When she began to kick, he merely asked, “Is there a problem? Do I need to tie your feet to your wrists?”

  Violet nodded vigorously.

  He smacked his forehead as though he were a dunce. “Duh, I’d forgotten you like bondage. That would not be a punishment for you. Never mind.”

  He slowly removed his cock from her mouth. “Fine. You know you can be such a brat?” She nodded, wiping her face.

  As if he reading her mind, he said, “Oh, you look a mess, but that’s how a good little cocksucker should look,” he said with a devilish grin. “Now, stay in that position and open your legs.”

  Oh dear. What did he have in store for her now?

  “You didn’t let me finish so you are going to get a spanking,” he said.

  Violet twisted to give him access to her ass, but Stuart held a hand out to stop her. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere.” At first she didn’t get it. He had said spanking… but he had told her twice now not to change position. She lay on her back and he’d told her to spread her legs. Dread started to crawl up her body now. Oh no. He was going to spank her pussy!

  Too stunned to utter a protest, Violet stayed still with her legs spread. It seemed like a dream as he reached his arm up over his head and smacked her right on the labia. It hurt, but to be honest it didn’t hurt as badly as she feared it would. A tiny spark of pleasure accompanied each sting to her flesh. He popped her several more times, and she thought they were finished. She survived. Proud of herself, she smiled at him.

  “We’re not done,” he said. “Spread those pussy lips so I can spank that little clit.”

  “Really?” she asked incredulously.

  “Oh yeah,” he said firmly.

  Nervously, she took two fingers and spread her lips apart to give him better access to her most sensitive button. Her clit was already throbbing from the attention he’d given her while he had his cock down her throat, and she tensed in anticipation.

  “No, both hands,” Stuart instructed her, placing both of her hands on each side of her pussy, spreading her lips open for him. “That gives me a better target, darlin’.” He smiled as he slapped her already rosy-red cunt.

  “Oh-ho-ho!” Violet screamed out, her hot little clit gleamed as she flinched.

  “Be still,” Stuart ordered.

  “Okay,” she whimpered.

  “Keep those legs spread. How are you supposed to address me?” he asked.

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “I want you to count down from ten with each stroke. Do you understand me?” he asked. “We will do nine more.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  After the next smack, she called out, “nine.”

  Thwack went his hand on her pussy.

  “Eight.” She exhaled a little puff of air with her utterance.

  “Good girl,” he encouraged and swatted her again.

  “Seven,” she said through gritted teeth.

  Whack!

  “Six.” Counting kept her mind busy and helped distract her from the pain.

  Smack!

  “Ooh Five!” This came out as almost a shriek. Her clit felt like it was on fire.

  Fwap!

  “FOUR!” She wriggled under him.

  “Hold still. You’re doing fine. We’re almost done.” He said before swatting her again.

  “THREE!” Her poor pussy felt swollen by now.

  Thwack!

  “Two,” she groaned.

  Smack!

  “One, thank you, sir.” She lolled her head to the side, grateful he had stopped, but eager for him to help relieve her pain. As if reading her mind, Stuart folded her into his arms, kissed her deeply, and probed between her legs with his fingers. Her poor little cunt was dripping wet and hot as Hades from the spanking.

  He took her by the legs and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Standing along the side, he kissed and caressed her right leg from thigh to ankle. Then he began to massage her foot, pressing his fingers into the curves between her toes, kneading her heel, and finally, sending waves of delicious relaxation through her body as he worked her arch. When he was finished with that leg he hooked it around his waist. Then he took her left leg and gave it the same sensual treatment before hooking it behind his waist.

  He grabbed her hips and entered her in one swift motion. She was already so wet that he was able to travel deep inside her upon the first thrust. A small cry erupted from her throat, and she lost her breath for a second. Already in a daze from all he’d done to her, she threw her head back and her body shook as shimmers of pleasure washed over her. Stuart held her hips tightly and rode out the waves of her orgasm as her muscles squeezed his cock.

  As he resumed fucking her, he bent his head and took her right breast in his mouth. His tongue licked and sucked her pebbled nipple, making Violet buck hard underneath him. Stuart bit down, and Violet urged him on, tangling her fingers in his golden mop of hair.

  He used his teeth on her swollen bud, biting gently at first, then with more pressure. All the while he continued thrusting inside her. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Her head spun and her orgasms were coming constantly now, ripples of ecstasy rolling one over the other like rainbow-colored breakers crashing in the sea. She arched her back and lolled her head to the side, lost in a world consisting exclusively of bliss.

  When her body wound down, she opened her eyes to see Stuart’s handsome face, a mask of concentrated passion. Held up by his muscular arms, hips still pumped into her and his gaze met hers.

  “Wow! That was incredible,” she said.

  He chuckled
and lifted a brow. “Should you thank me for fucking you?”

  She laughed. “Yes. Thank you for fucking me. By the way, how long are you going to keep fucking me, my young stud?”

  “As long as I want, and you are going to take it,” he said, withdrawing then setting her legs back onto the bed. He climbed atop her, covering her nakedness with the length of his body.

  “Oooh, that sounds ominous,” she said playfully.

  “Oh, it is,” he said, grazing her face with kisses. He bit down on her earlobe and the wetness of his tongue invaded her ear. A warm tingle swept over her skin.

  He ran his hands over her forearms, took hold of her wrists, and brought them over her head. He clasped them together in one of his large hands, trapping her beneath him. Stuart might have been younger than she was, but he was much stronger, much more powerful. He hovered at the edge of her opening, teasing her. She squirmed, hungry for more. He entered her again, fucking her with more force this time.

  She realized he was right. She was trapped beneath him and there was nothing she could do about it. As if to prove the point, he picked up his pace. Violet cried out. Damn he was strong. It felt like she was being fucked by a machine rather than a man.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she answered. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Her body had to fight back not to get slung off the bed, a sexy wrestling match of sorts.

  “Okay. You let me know if you’re not,” he said, worry lines forming on his forehead.

  “I like it, it’s just I can’t believe that you can fuck like that. I mean, it hurts, but it feels incredible at the same time. I don’t know how to explain it. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”

  He smiled hungrily. He took her by the shoulders and pulled her torso even deeper onto his cock. She whimpered, but he kept fucking her. He impaled her pussy, over and over again and though it surprised her, her body continued to enjoy it.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop,” he told her. “And then I’m going to fuck you some more.”

  Violet squealed at his words. She knew he really would stop if she used her safeword, but the idea of being helpless, subject to his will, drove her mad with desire and she was ready to come again. Wrapping her legs around his back, she ground her pelvis against his. His long, deep strokes buried him inside her, each breach hitting her back wall hard.

  Without warning, Stuart sent his cock into high gear, ramming against her sensitive cervix with each thrust. It hurt, but Violet hung on, gritting her teeth. Then after the first few bangs, the most exquisite orgasm flooded her consciousness. She held him tightly until the pounding stopped hurting and she started to float away. Her arms grew weak, and it was all she could do to hold onto him.

  Only she didn’t want him to stop. She heard herself whispering in a feeble voice, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” It sounded like someone else was saying it, like it wasn’t coming from her. She felt almost removed from the scene, as if she was in a different place.

  Stuart kept fucking her. Hard. He lifted her ankles onto his shoulders and continued at the frenetic pace. She smiled and her breasts jiggled as their bodies slammed together at break-neck speed. It was like being fucked by a jack-hammer. Damn! It felt sooo good, she never wanted the ongoing orgasm to end.

  He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed her nipple hard as he filled the condom. “Mmm.” She moaned, limp as a dishrag. “Damn, you fucked me so good.”

  He collapsed beside her and curled his body next to hers. “You’re right, baby. I did.” Enveloping her in his arms, he kissed her hair. “Thank you for coming with me on this trip.”

  Giving him a squeeze, she said, “I’m glad you asked me. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world—being here with you.” She worried she might be revealing too much of her feelings, but she was too honest to play games and he’d said he liked things transparent. If she scared him off, so be it.

  “You feel lucky, huh? I’m the one who’s feeling lucky. You could have any man you want, Violet. I feel fortunate you chose to be with me.”

  “What?” She turned around to face him, shocked.

  “What do you mean ‘what’?”

  “I mean, don’t be ridiculous. I’m over forty. Getting any man I want?” She snorted.

  “Violet, you’re incredible. For the jillionth time—I don’t care how old you are!”

  Suddenly conscious of her age and her nudity, Violet sat up and reached for a towel to cover herself. “Well, I do.”

  Heaving a sigh, he sauntered over to a table across the room, tapped a cigarette from the pack, and lit it. He contemplated her, then shook his head.

  “Get dressed. I want to take you to dinner.”

  Violet nodded and went to into the bathroom to get ready.

  * * *

  That evening, Stuart took her to an exorbitantly priced restaurant. As soon as they arrived, the maître d’ escorted them to a table that had been reserved especially for them. Flowing curtains ensconced them in the oversized booth, giving them privacy in addition to a view of the romantically lit dining room.

  Stuart slid in close to her, their legs touching, his hand in position to occasionally wander beneath her dress. The wine steward came to their table and Stuart ordered a bottle of wine that appeared to impress even the expert. “Exquisite selection, Mr. Swearingen,” the man said before scurrying off.

  When the waiter came to their table, Stuart ordered for them both. “The lady and I will have the surf and turf. And I believe we’ll have a bottle of Cristal as well.”

  Violet observed how Stuart commanded the situation. He was used to being in charge, used to being obeyed. The thought sent a light shiver down her back. She loved obeying him.

  But then Stuart’s carefree, reckless spirit reminded her of a child. He challenged her fixed notions about the way one “should” behave. He was, at the same time, refreshing and concerning.

  After they finished their salads, hidden behind their wall of seclusion, he kissed her. She was becoming accustomed to his kisses, actually craving his full, sensuous lips against hers. When the main course arrived, Stuart carefully dipped a bite of lobster in drawn butter before feeding it to her.

  Violet opened her mouth to receive his offering. As he slid it between her lips, the lobster’s buttery flavor mixed with the creamy texture delighted her taste buds. Delicious.

  “Tell me about your daughter. Margaret, right?” he asked.

  Violet was so surprised she almost choked. She finished chewing the bite in her mouth then said, “You know Margaret?”

  He nodded. “Yes. We’ve met.”

  She fiddled with the napkin in her lap. “So, have you dated any of her friends?”

  “No. You know I don’t date schoolgirls. Anyway, your daughter seems like a lovely girl. You should be proud, Violet.”

  “I am! And I agree. She is lovely.” She wiped her mouth with the napkin. “I wonder what she’d think of this,” she said, speaking into her hand.

  “What’s that? You wonder what she’d think of us?” He gestured at the two of them.

  She took a sip of champagne and nodded.

  “Are you having a nice time?” he asked.

  She smiled and patted his hand. “Of course!”

  “Then I think she’d be happy for her mother.” He winked at her.

  “Maybe. She’s about to go to Europe for a month, then college in the Fall.”

  “Europe sounds like fun. What college is she going to?”

  “Brown.”

  “Ah, great school. Takes me back to my Harvard days. “

  Her ears perked up. “You went to Harvard? When did you graduate?”

  He laughed. “I didn’t. Went there for a couple of years though.”

  “Why didn’t you graduate?” She leaned forward, eager to hear the details.

  Raking his fingers through his hair, he replied, “I got ki
cked out.”

  Violet’s hand flew to her mouth, trying to cover her surprise. “What happened?”

  “We had a difference of opinion, and they expelled me, much to my mother’s dismay. She always wanted her son to graduate from Harvard.” He sighed.

  “C’mon, Stuart what did you do?” Violet prodded.

  “Officially? They called it cheating, but I considered it exercising entrepreneurial spirit.” He casually took a sip of wine.

  “So, you were merely being an entrepreneur? Why did they think you were cheating? I don’t understand.”

  “I started a business that sold notes from different classes. We paid the best students for the notes they took in various classes, and we sold them. The idea caught on and became a big hit. If you overslept or if something else kept you from attending class, you could purchase the notes and not get behind. Then we expanded to offering review sessions before big tests for the larger classes. The problem came when we began offering “extra advantages” for certain tests for large fees.”

  “Why was that a problem?”

  “The administration felt our “extra advantages” were too close to the answers for the tests.”

  “Oh dear. Were they?”

  He flashed her a wicked smile. “Of course.”

  “Stuart!” She hit him with her napkin.

  “Okay, okay. I was young. Reckless. I’ve learned my lesson about staying within legal and moral parameters…”

  “I should hope so. No wonder your mother was disappointed.” Violet shook her head.

  He nodded. “More champagne?”

  She nodded and he refilled her flute, then his.

  He raised his glass. “To your daughter having a more successful academic career than mine.” They clinked glasses and sipped their bubbly.

  “Stuart, you’re incorrigible.” She beamed at him.

  He straightened his spine, pretending to be insulted. “I’ll have you know that I am a work in progress.”

  Violet laughed. “Aren’t we all?”

  He chuckled, taking her hand. “Go with me to the Summer Ball at the club.”

  “Do what?” His request caught her off guard.