He leaned forward, eyes darkening as he viewed her surprised expression. “I always knew that there was something about you, Zara. I just wasn’t sure you were ever going to let it out. Tonight…I’m seeing a glimpse of that woman I was certain lurked beneath all those layers of frumpy clothes.”
“Frumpy?” she echoed, somewhat indignantly, even though his soft, stirring words had made her skin tingle.
“Zara, trust me, I knew what you were up to. Did you really think dressing like a spinsterish schoolteacher was going to get me off your scent? If you knew how many times I wanted to throw you flat on your back on my desk, spread your legs wide and…”
Zara choked on the glass of wine she’d grabbed, sure her face was burning. “Chase!” she hissed, glancing around at the nearby tables. Luckily, there was a positive hum of voices from the crowded restaurant, so she figured their steamy conversation wasn’t being broadcast to the whole room.
Chase sat back with a shrug. “But then again, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you…”
“Maybe…you should be worried about me taking advantage of you,” she said quite calmly, considering how her chest was slamming like a sledgehammer. Their eyes held in a silent duel for a few moments. “And why would Matt want to act so protective? I can take care of myself. I’m a big girl. Fully grown.”
When Chase’s eyes raked over her this time, it was with a decidedly feral glint. Very predatory and hard to ignore. Zara squeezed her knees together and tried not to squirm in her seat.
“Oh yes, I’m quite aware how fully grown you are, Zara. In fact, the thought of how much of you there is to claim, if I so desire, has been keeping me awake for many, many nights. You’re fabulous, Zara…every sexy, curvy inch of you.”
Zara gulped. Well, she was never going to be a size zero, and no kind of dieting seemed to work for her, but she’d always felt she had a nice, curvy figure. Knowing that he found her plus size attractive, made her feel all the more light-headed. All this time, he’d had the very same thoughts as she had. Carnal, animal desires just waiting to burst free… She could hardly breathe at the very idea of the possibilities, which now lay ahead.
“Thank you, Chase,” she said at last, her voice somewhat scratchy. “I think you’re pretty awesome, too. I mean, I’ve always liked you as a boss, and then of course I –” She paused, not sure how much more she wanted to divulge. She desired him tremendously, but a part of her still held back, wanted to be sure.
Chase leaned forward, and this time, his hand covered hers on the white table cloth. “I know,” he said deeply, simply. And somehow, she felt that he understood.
“Like I said, Zara, I always knew you had…potential. There was however, always one tiny setback, which made me wonder, will she ever let go? Can she completely trust me to bring out the real woman inside?”
“I do trust you, Chase,” she said quickly, the touch of his hand warm and very thrilling over hers. This was their first real, close contact, and it felt good. She liked his touch. It held promise, and strength. Yes, she felt stronger by the minute just knowing now where she stood with him. His passion, his desire, was real.
His smile of triumph spread slowly on his handsome face, and she sucked in a breath. Just what was she swinging herself into?
“Then you’ll have to come with me,” he said softly, his fingers tightening around hers. “Right now. Will you?”
Zara didn’t even blink. “Yes,” she said with a tight throat. It was to be the first of many times she would be agreeing to Chase’s requests. And demands…
* * *
I want you to obey my every command, no matter what.
These words snapped Zara back to the present. He’d said them just minutes ago, and now she was getting her first test. His casual request for her to take off her clothes had instantly changed the game – and suddenly she knew this was very, very real.
Chase Morgan was going to soon change from her boss, to her lover. She just had to make this one move to do his first bidding…
* * *
She had to rise to her feet in order to be able to work zipper of her dress, which was on the side, underneath her arm. Only the wobbling of her knees made her realize just what the present situation was starting to do to her. If last week, someone had told her she would be in her boss’s home, undressing in front of his watchful gaze, she’d have laughed it off uproariously.
The shaky knees were gradually getting worse. She could barely stand, her whole body quivering as Chase watched her every move, his gaze unbroken. Tugging her dress over her head, she kicked her shoes off her feet.
Stripping in front of Chase, her boss, was like the hardest thing to be asked to do. But she did it willingly, and with more than a surge of secret delight.
She stood before him in just her bra and panties, and not much else. His eyes blazed to see her in her silky lingerie, but there was not much else of a reaction from him.
However, there appeared to be a pulse beating just at his mouth, as if he was clenching his teeth. Zara couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was just her now fevered imagination. He was waiting patiently, not speaking, so she figured she mustn’t stop. She would have to take it all off.
He didn’t prevent her when she reached behind to unhook her bra, freeing her double Ds. They were quite firm for their size, the nipples centered and high-profiled. She was very proud of them, actually, and they held up nicely even without their support.
“Don’t stop now,” he said, his voice somewhat thicker now. “You have to finish unwrapping the present, sweetheart.”
Zara felt warmed by his fixed gaze, his voice. So long as he kept talking to her, she felt she could go on, and not chicken out.
She’d never really been in this situation before, being dispassionately controlled and regarded by a soon-to-be lover. But certainly, it had been something she had always secretly craved: a man she would find had the strength of will, the firmness of character, to make her obey him without question.
* * *
At last, she hooked her fingers in her panties and then pushed them down slowly; guiding them past her full hips, her knees, and then let them drop to her ankles. Then she stepped out of them, kicked them aside.
“Everything I imagined, and more,” she heard him say in that desire-draped voice.
“You’re a very desirable, very beautiful woman, Zara. I want you to tell yourself that all the time, because it’s true. Wherever you are, whatever you may be doing from now on, keep it at the back of your mind that you have the body that’s voluptuous enough, delightful enough, to make me want to fuck you every time I look at you.”
“Thank you - Sir,” she breathed, chest heaving as she let his words glide over her like a feathery breeze. She felt it touch her shoulders, her nipples, her vaginal mound. It was a palpable essence, which swelled within her and made her throb in her most secret places. How could he arouse her so deeply, just by looking and speaking to her so deliberately? She was slowly beginning to understand his power.
“Come here Zara.”
He beckoned for her to join him once again, and she went quickly, glad to take the weight off her shaky legs. Watching him admire her had made her even weaker with want. Knowing that he desired her as a woman was like a weapon that could easily be her undoing. The one last thing that had kept her in check all these months was her belief that she wasn’t his type, or that she could never hope to catch his fancy.
She’d been afraid of being shattered with rejection. But now, with those words he’d spoken just moments ago, her last shred of fear was gone. However, on the flip side, it also meant she may never have the power to resist him ever again.
Whenever and whatever he wanted of her, she would give, and freely.
* * *
They shared their first kiss.
It was very natural, heated, and filled with abandon. He’d taken her face in his hands and turned it to his, capturing her lips with a moist tenderness. A moan echoed between them, an
d she couldn’t tell who’d made the sound first – her or him. The only thing she knew was that the touch of his lips pierced right through her. The slash of his tongue deep into her willing mouth was an invasion she welcomed gladly. She clutched at his shirt, and whimpered.
Moments later, he drew back, his breathing ragged. She opened her eyes to find his look hooded with a fresh intent. His hand on the back on her head seemed to be guiding downwards. His next words explained further.
“Take out my cock,” he said, and now he sounded more like himself, now in control. “I want it inside that sweet, hot mouth of yours.”
Constantly conscious that she was completely naked while he was still fully dressed, Zara as yet felt no self-consciousness; for now her mind felt taken over by the task at hand.
Once more, he was making her do something new to her. She was the passive type of woman, very responsive in bed at the best of times, but content to let her lover take the lead. Yet there was something more intense about this scenario. It felt different in so many ways. She already longed to touch him, was virtually salivating to get his cock freed, to take it in her hands and mouth.
Every slight action made her aware of her tautening breasts, the tips now hard, pink pebbles. It ached that he hadn’t touched her more intimately; his hands were on either side of the couch as he settled back while she unzipped his fly. Carefully, she ran her fingers over the telltale ridge beneath his briefs. Then, she drew down the elastic band, grasping the shaft and pulling it out into view.
She couldn’t help a slight gasp. In her hands, his cock reared proud and erect, the thick, two-toned length impressive in so many ways. Having his hot flesh throbbing within her ready palms was the hottest turn on she’d ever experienced. For some moments she could only stare at it, as if to memorize every distinguishing aspect. The helmet tip looked like it had been carved in marble; it was stretched so smoothly and shaped distinctively. The length of his cock was crisscrossed with raised veins which she could feel beneath her fingers.
“Your cock is so beautiful,” she half-moaned, shocked by the way her own pussy throbbed with almost telepathic response to the sight of the solid, fleshly blood-filled member that seemed to dwarf her own hands.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Distracted for a moment, she looked up quizzically, not sure what he meant. And suddenly, she remembered. “I mean, your cock is so beautiful, Sir.”
He nodded approvingly. “Thank you, Zara, for the compliment. Now don’t forget next time. It has to be Sir every time you address me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” she said, this time without hesitation.
He nodded and smiled approvingly. “No suck on it, honey. Wrap those soft, pretty lips around my shaft and pleasure me till I want to explode.”
Yes, oh yes, she thought with stomach-twisting delight at having such a magnificently formed cock all to herself. She was never much of an expert at this, but something buried deep inside her wanted to use all her imagination and abilities to make this feel as good as it could – for both of them.
* * *
Bending at the waist, she lowered her face to his crotch, her tongue reaching out first to circle the helmet of his shaft, licking on it and twirling the now moistened slit. She brought her mouth closer, and her parted lips had their first touch of his cock, closing around the tip.
Oh, the bliss of being able to taste a part of him, to savor the warmth and texture of his flesh on her lips and tongue, was indescribable. Her fingers stroked worshipfully on his shaft, half-fisting him at the base while her mouth tickled the tip.
And then in one motion, she sucked the cap in, taking it past her lips and then immediately pushing her face down so that he was inside her throat as far as it could go.
He groaned, and she felt his hands sinking into her hair, caressing softly as he guided her. Reveling in his taste, smell and feel, she squeezed her eyes tight and focused on her task. She started sucking on his cock with the inside of her throat. Her lips were already feeling stretched, and she hadn’t been able to take more than half of his length in without choking, so she concentrated on the much that she did have in her mouth.
She placed her hands against his body for balance as she used just her mouth to pleasure him. He was already taking the clip holding her hair up, letting the shoulder-length blonde strands spill about her face for a moment, before he gathered them up out of the way. For some seconds, she stopped bobbing her head so much, and simply used the walls of her mouth as well as her throat and tongue to nurse his shaft.
“Yes…I like that. Feels so damn good,” he crooned, lacing his fingers into her hair as her tongue twirled around him from the inside. She could feel his tip nudging at the entrance of her throat, almost triggering her gag reflex, but she was careful to keep her air passage clear. Well, until he started shoving himself in her mouth.
He was face-fucking her, thrusting his hips so that his cock slid in and out of her mouth. She loved it. It was so controlling, his hands holding her in place as he ravaged her throat and the insides of her mouth with his thick, long cock. This went on for several minutes, and she tightened her lips around him, then released, then tightened in turns, sucking in his flesh while moans poured from both their throats.
It didn’t matter that half the time she could hardly breathe, and that her eyes had started to water. She loved his strong hands keeping her head still so that he could use her mouth as he wanted. She’d never enjoyed sucking a cock so much, had always believed the guy had more fun. And yet, she could swear her pussy was soaked in and out from having Chase’s cock shoving past her lips. He’d taken over, and now she could only make her mouth as receptive and as giving, while his continued to be more and more penetrative and taking.
She grazed him lightly with her teeth, never biting. It was absolute bliss, especially when she could tell he was getting pleasured in return. His hips were moving faster in rhythm and his breathing got even more ragged. But then he suddenly stopped.
“Too close,” he growled, unexpectedly grasping her hair and pulling her mouth away. She looked up at him wide-eyed, wondering what she’d done wrong. His passionately glowing eyes, his flared nostrils and raspy breath told her he was far from unmoved.
“That was very, very good Zara. But I don’t want to come in your mouth just yet. But, like I said, you brought me close enough.” After speaking, he pulled her to him, using his hands in her hair to lead her. This time, it was to seize her lips in a deep, moist kiss filled with hot tongue and saliva. It was the sweetest, most thrilling kiss she’d ever tasted. It felt almost like a reward, and she took all the pleasure it offered.
Soon though, she felt him leaning in with his weight, and as the kiss deepened, he pushed her slowly on her back. She felt the cushions of the couch give beneath both their bodies. Now he was on top, his large frame covering her naked, shivery body. Having his hard, shirted chest pressed against her exposed breasts had them feeling more tingling and aroused than ever. She knew now, that he was going to touch her the way she’d been wishing for.
Now that she was spread beneath him, his fingertips began to play all over her. They went on kissing, making her half-distracted from what his hands were busy doing. They were stroking over her breasts, treating them to firm grabs and hot squeezes. She moaned against his lips, loving his rough touch. No floweriness here; no sensitive, rosy caresses.
This was a male who knew just what he wanted, and knew all he had to do was reach out and own it. He seized and fondled and took. For the first time, in as long as she could remember, she’d found a man who knew how to take. It was something her body had longed for in like, forever.
In time, he replaced those roving hands with his mouth. He broke from her lips, and slowly kissed his way down her neck to where her large, shapely breasts thrust out.
Cupping them, he lifted one and then the other to his lips. He drew a nipple into his mouth, skillful in turning it into a hard, throbbing nub bef
ore long. He swirled it around with his tongue like a fine-tasting wine, making her moan and arch. Her hands were gripping his broad shoulders, and then they were reaching up into his silky dark hair.
She lost her fingers within the thick locks, her head flinging this way and that as his thorough suckling caused a sensation of bliss to spread out to other parts of her body.
Everything he did with his mouth and hands drove her crazy – how was that? It seemed so easy for him to make her most sensitive points respond instantly and powerfully to him. Having her breasts suckled had never felt so freaking good; so good in fact, that she could feel the wetness now coating her inner thighs. She blushed to think how much secretions she’d made.
He was going to help her find out sooner than she expected. Keeping one hand clamped on her plump breast, he slid the other down her belly to the petal-soft cleft in her mound. He brushed the surface with his fingertips, and she jerked against his hand. She could hear a veritable “sloshing” sound as he promptly shoved two fingers inside her.
“Oh!” she breathed, her inner thighs quivering as the most incredible pleasure shot through her insides. He began to stroke into her with deep, measured thrusts of his fingers, managing to jab just into that hotspot which held the key to her bliss. She had to bite on her tongue to stop from screaming out his name, and forced herself to listen as he began to speak.
“Yes; just as I thought. You’re positively streaming. You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you? It got you so damned wet,” he growled thickly, lifting his head to lap his tongue along her widely parted mouth. She groaned as he sank his sharp teeth into her soft bottom lip.
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