“I don’t understand.” She wrinkled her forehead.
He got up and stood close in front of Alyson. Leaning forward, he rested his hands on the arms of her chair. “We all have secrets, Alyson, all of us. Like your fantasy with those two young stock boys in receiving at the office. Troy and Jamal? How you picture yourself getting fucked by Jamal while sucking Troy’s cock dry during a lunch break?”
Alyson’s gaze lowered. Her pussy became wet again from the reminder of the dream she had the other night. He had detailed her fantasy exactly.
“You long for the forbidden sex you have never had. The thought of Jamal’s thick, black cock prying your pussy open makes you cream in your skirt. If that weren’t enough, you want to taste Troy’s sweet seed as you make his balls tighten and explode into your mouth.” He paused and Alyson closed her eyes, trying to conceal her panting breaths.
“You feel that it’s dirty to want this so you hide these feelings deep inside your mind. But every now and then, they creep out and show themselves. That’s where I come in.”
“So what? A lot of women have desires for younger men. Black men, white men, whatever.” She was getting uncomfortable and defensive as he took control. He stood before her, a wall of muscle and flesh. This was her interview and she should have had the upper hand.
She looked back at her pad even though her eyes kept wanting to drift to his groin and the large outline along his inseam. “This so-called power. Do you read minds or tarot cards or what? How does it work?”
He raised his hand to Alyson’s chin. As he tilted her head back, she felt herself sliding into submission under his ominous aura. She stared back into his eyes, wondering if they could peer into her soul. She knew she couldn’t hide from him anymore.
“I checked you out, Alyson. Does the name Sherri ring a bell?” He stood silent, waiting for her reaction.
“Umm, no. Should it?”
He couldn’t know about that. Nobody knew about Sherri. None of the girls knew. Her first sexual partner and she’d buried her memories along with the heartache when they parted.
He leaned down, his hot breath blowing against the soft skin of her neck. “You remember. That weekend during college break…the dorm room…the throw pillows. The way she ate your pussy until you screamed her name.
“Your last night together when she tied you to the chair. The sex chair you shared with the wood slats on the back. How she strapped on that black dildo and fucked you with it as she twisted your hard nipples, making them hurt. How you begged her to fuck you harder until your pussy was reddened and sore. I saw the whole thing, Alyson. You haven’t had sex like that since.”
He paused and Alyson knew she was blushing, the heat spreading across the skin on her chest.
“When Sherri used those beads in your ass and sucked on your clit as she pulled them out…bead by bead. Each one made you tremble and shudder as you ate her pussy in that sixty-nine position.”
Her hand shook and she dropped her pad and pencil. “Stop it. You’ve made your point.”
He put his lips beside her ear and seemed to breathe in her arousal. “My favorite part was when you had the double-ended dildo. She had half jammed it into her tight pussy and you had the other half in your ass. You were both so fucking horny, your butts smacked together as you plunged it in and out into each other like women on the edge, fucking to let an inner demon out. You had your fingers dripping wet from rubbing your clit in a fury of sexual lust. The need was tearing you apart. That final climax made you realize the peak of your sexuality. You came so hard you squirted juice. Do you remember how that felt, Alyson? That pinnacle of release? The engulfing crash of everything within you? That’s the freedom I push women to have.”
Alyson sat in her chair trembling. He backed away and her body still burned with heat. She remembered those feelings again so clearly. Her pussy ached for attention but she forced herself to stay calm.
“I need a break.” She stood, unsteady and unsure.
He shrugged as he backed away.
She walked toward the bathroom, glancing back to see he wasn’t looking, and grabbed a pair of underwear from her open suitcase setting on the stand in the closet. She was in dire need of a moment to herself. All this sexual talk and mentally being fucked in every way possible was getting to her.
Pulling her soaked thong from between her legs only added to her sexual frustration. The last time she was this wet was after riding the water ride at an amusement park. In the bathroom she took a few handfuls of water and splashed her face.
Her thoughts wandered and the reasons for her doing all this became blurry. Was she really trying to expose this so-called sex god for her own benefit? Were all these exploits just a way to get his medallion back? What was it about him that had her so fully aroused her thoughts were concentrated on wanting to fuck this being so badly that her body begged for his cock to plunge into her over and over and over?
After drying her face and catching her breath, she decided to get the answers to all of these questions. Especially the last one.
After sitting back down, she started again. “Give me a second here…” She took a deep breath and picked her pad back up from where she’d dropped it. “You know, that isn’t fair. You can read my memories and secrets but I don’t know any of your secrets.”
“I have no secrets. If you want to know something, ask.”
“Have you ever been with anyone famous? Like a movie star or someone powerful?” Alyson wanted some really good gossip to complement her book and take her thoughts away from her own past.
“That would be indiscreet. But you did ask, so let me think. Does the name Pam Hartsfield mean anything to you?”
Alyson looked shocked. “No fucking way! You mean Pam Hartsfield, the CEO of Hartsfield Publishing Enterprises? Jesus. I’ve been submitting manuscripts and pitching stories to her for years.”
“She was a very passionate woman. A woman who wasn’t used to losing control of anything.” He held his hand out and Alyson grabbed it, clenching on tightly.
Chapter Five
Pam
Like most workaholics, Pam was putting in another marathon night at her desk. It was dark outside, just as it had been dark when she came to work.
She shook her head at the ineptitude of others. If she put as much emphasis on her love life as she did work, she would still be married. All three times. She liked men but none of them could keep up nor satisfy her darker desires and need for control. The men she’d had were all pussies. Thank God for alimony and battery-operated boyfriends.
She was a very powerful woman. There were no holes in her business skills and the need for control drove her to succeed even more, to achieve more than ever. She worked out at the company gym on her lunch break and kept herself in premium shape. Had she wanted to, she could probably kick the shit out of any woman who stood in her way.
Of course she could bitch-slap most guys as well. She had a patented move to deter unwanted male advances. She would stand close to them, put her hands behind their necks and knee them in the groin. After they scrunched down in pain as their family jewels were shoved up into their kidneys, she would then knee them in the nose, breaking it and leaving them helpless.
Basically, she was a mean, vindictive bitch—but a powerful one. Which was just the way she liked it.
Pam looked outside her office window into the darkness. Flashes of light scattered across the clouds from a storm that would break soon. Lightning always scared her a little. When she was a child, a bolt had struck a tree outside her bedroom window. The branch it hit fell into her house and unfortunately right through the window of her bedroom. Childhood fears always seem to linger, haunting the adult mind.
She leaned back in her leather chair exhausted, watching the lights of the city at night. She needed a life. There was a loud crack and blinding light shook Pam into a terrified frenzy. The lights in her office flickered—then went out. The emergency lights kicked in and an odd dark red glo
w seeped in to her shadowed office.
She stood up, shaken, deciding to lock her desk and go home. From the corner of her eye she saw something move through the room. Her fear of the lightning was now overshadowed by the fear of something else.
“Who the fuck’s there?” she shouted loudly, but there was no answer. Scanning the room, she didn’t see anything.
My mind must be really messing with me now.
She sat down and laughed uneasily, thinking how silly she must look. As another flash of lightning shattered the darkness, Pam saw a man standing at her door. The deep rumbling of the thunder filled the silent void of the room as Pam felt her heart began to race in panic.
“Who are y-y-y-you? What do you w-w-want?” Pam’s control over her fear and her steadiness became worthless as terror overwhelmed her. She felt stupidly weak and fragile then reached for the phone—but the stranger didn’t move.
“The phones are dead.” The deepness of his voice echoed through the darkened red glow of the room.
Pam’s hands started to shake and she heard her own rapid heartbeat as her blood flowed rapidly through her veins. She was petrified and could only stare at him.
“You know who I am. You have always wanted me. You just never asked for me to come to you…until tonight.” The stranger moved toward her with a glide. There was a catlike flow to his long, smooth strides. She sat motionless, watching him, frozen in place.
A bright flash filled the room with white light. Pam looked more closely at him for that instant and in the light she saw his black leather pants. They hugged his thick thighs and the top button was undone, daring her to look away.
Reaching behind his back, the dark man pulled out a long, gleaming knife. He twisted it in the air, showing her the reflections in its sharply honed blade. With a violent thunk, he drove the blade into the smoothly varnished top of her wooden desk. He released the handle and it stood straight like a lightning rod. He moved around the side of the desk, standing ominously close to her.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Pam yelled at him as he stood close, then reached her arm back and swung it toward him.
A loud slap broke the silence as the dark man caught her fist in his massive palm. She swung with her other hand and again he caught it in his palm, making her struggle to free her hands. The man pulled her arms wider apart, forcing her closer to his large, muscular body.
“What do you want?” she asked, still writhing to break free.
“I want you. I want all of you. I want to take you to that place where you are before you come and let you bask in your ecstasy. I want to take you further than any man has taken you sexually. We will fuck until you beg me to stop then we will fuck again. I want to possess you.”
As his words filled her eager ears, he leaned forward and pulled her to him. Their mouths met and with her arms now free, Pam tried to push him away but he was too strong and his hot mouth filled hers with his tongue. Pam’s knees buckled and she felt faint.
She was giving in too easily. I need to fight back.
Reaching down, she grabbed at the stranger’s crotch and found the long semi-hardened shaft outlined by the soft leather of his pants. Wetness filled Pam’s pussy at the thought of this beautiful cock filling her aching emptiness. Her other hand found the small of his back. Their lips were locked in a cavernous exploration of each other’s mouths.
Releasing her, the man stepped back and stared into her eyes. The burn of his stare sent a wicked chill through Pam. All she could focus on was the black center of his eyes that gleamed through the long, thick black hair dangling around his face.
“Are you going to rape me?” Pam choked out the question in a semi-frightened state as a glimmer of light reflected from the knife stuck firmly in her desk.
“Never. Rape is not part of who I am. You want me to fuck you and tonight you will beg me to release you from your torment by fucking you again and again.”
The dark man grabbed Pam’s hips, pushing her against the desk. He picked her up, setting her backside on the smooth wooden surface. Her black skirt clung tightly to her spread thighs that were already anxious to part for him.
He reached over and yanked the knife from the desk, holding the long blade in front of Pam’s eyes. Turning it downward in his massive hand, he jabbed it between her thighs and through the skirt.
She froze as the coolness of the blade brushed against her inner thigh. He slowly began to cut her skirt until it fell away from her legs. His muscles rippled and flexed as he sliced the sharp edge through the material.
“Better,” he growled, gazing at the creamy skin on her toned legs.
The dark stranger now positioned himself between Pam’s knees and her legs instinctively parted as his hot body moved closer. The heat inside her pussy was reaching a scorching temperature from the tension and the unbearable arousal this man was causing within her. Her eyes were transfixed by the glistening edges of the knife as he wielded it like a sword.
“Stand up,” he commanded, stepping back.
Her skirt was in shreds and he held a long strip of the fabric he had cut in his hand. “Turn around.” Once more she followed his commands.
Driving the knife into her desk again, he made Pam jump with fear. What was he doing to her? Why the knife? Knives terrified her. He moved close behind her and the length of his stiff cock rested against the crease of her ass. Her pussy melted and the steady dampness trickled between her clenched bare thighs.
He covered her eyes with the strap of clothing he had cut, blindfolding her. Her fear of darkness and loss of control now had her in a panicked state.
“Don’t cover my eyes, I want to see.” It was a whimpered plea.
“No, you must not watch, you must feel. You must hear, sense, smell and taste.”
Taste… The word echoed through her mind and bounced through her like a ping-pong ball. The total blackness shielded her eyes from seeing this dark man, this being who now held her captive.
She sat back on the desk as he positioned her, holding firmly onto the edge. With a burst of hot breath, she felt the man blow against her neck. He licked the tender flesh and again blew against her, sending a stream of excitement directly to her pussy. The darkness, the knife, the lack of control, all made her even more excited.
Pam’s nipples strained for a touch. Any touch. He stood before her and rested his hand on her now exposed thigh. She felt him rest the knife on her chest. The cold steel cooled her flaming skin.
She was scared yet unbearably tempted by this game he played.
He took the tip of the knife and plucked away the top button of her blouse. She heard it hit the top of her desk. Again he lowered the blade and plucked the next button loose with the sharp edge.
A deep sound rumbled through his throat as he cut another button away. She knew he could see her full breasts heaving with excitement within the confines of her lace bra. Her nipples were so hard they poked painfully against the thin fabric.
“Shit, you have a hot body. Your breasts are fucking perfect. I’d love to have those things wrapped around my cock.”
The man took the edge of the knife and traced the silken fabric encasing her breasts. She threw her head back and moaned as he toyed with her. The stranger leaned in and licked the slope of her neck as her head fell back. His wet tongue sizzled against the heat that burned inside. Pam felt vulnerable, taken advantage of and tormented beyond reason. She wanted to fuck this man more than she could have imagined.
Her breasts swelled even more as the knife slowly stroked between Pam’s breasts, cutting the tight underwire in the front. She gasped for air as her bra fell open allowing her breasts to burst free. The stranger buried his face between her mounds of flesh. He suckled the taut nipples, biting them gently between his teeth, making her moan aloud. “Oh God, don’t stop. Oh yessss.”
Her blindfold may have blocked the sight of him, but she could feel his hot mouth as it voraciously kissed and suckled. Her hands lifted to his head and she pul
led at his hair, tangling it between her fingers.
His head began to drift downward and she felt herself leaning further and further back, like an angel falling on a cloud instead of her desktop. The blindfold was useless—her eyes were closed and her body numb except for the sensations of this creature’s mouth as he tugged at her underwear with his teeth.
Instinctively she raised her ass to let him pull it free. She knew her panties were soaked and his mouth sucked at the silken cloth, drinking the juice from her pussy. He didn’t pull at them but instead licked and kissed the thin fabric covering her wet folds. The subtle tease drove her crazy.
The stranger bit her underwear, grabbing the sheer cloth and pulling it away from her pussy. The moist panties clung to her flesh. He leaned back—looking at her perhaps. “Damn, I can’t wait to eat this hot fucking pussy.”
He slid his finger under the tight elastic of the panties. Loosening them from her pussy made Pam lightheaded as her blood raced to her slick folds, now engorged with excitement. The cold edge of his knife brushed along her inner thigh, causing her body to clench as he cut her panties away. She was now totally exposed and all Pam heard was a deep sound, like a growl of hunger. It vibrated through her body, making her shake and tremble.
Sticking the knife back into the desk with a loud and vibrating thud, the stranger grasped Pam’s inner thighs and pushed them wider apart. A moment passed—Pam floated in a state of doubt and disbelief.
This can’t be happening—this isn’t real.
Her mind was losing the battle to hold its grip on reality.
Feeling a jarring shot of pleasure, Pam arched her body and screamed as he dove into her pussy. His tongue slid deep and thick between her swollen, engorged labia. Light flashed in the room, bright enough for even Pam’s covered eyes to see. She wasn’t sure if it was lightning or her nerve endings sending pulses of pleasure up her spine. A loud crackling followed by a deep rumbling sound echoed through the room as the storm broke.
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