by Jamie Hunter
“We tried this,” he said. “You balked.”
Cassandra’s mouth pouted. “No I didn’t. I just…”
She undid the button. Pulled down the fly.
“… I just wasn’t ready for what you were expecting of me.”
Victor’s pants dropped around his ankles. Cassandra sank to her knees.
“But now that I’ve considered it,” she said slyly. “Now that I’ve had time to just lay in bed and think things over?”
She grabbed his cock. Popped it free from his boxers.
“Well… I have to say, I’m kinda intrigued by it.”
Cassandra closed her mouth over him. She could feel him swelling now, getting bigger with each passing second.
“Don’t you like this?” she asked. “I mean, I know you came for business. But isn’t this something you also wanted?”
Cassandra used the flat of her tongue, licking him end to end. He stopped protesting. Stopped talking. She knew she had him once his hand went into her hair.
“You’ve gotta be kidding,” he finally sighed. His breathing was spotty however. He was enjoying it. “Right? Tell me you’re kidding.”
“Oh but I’m not. I’m deadly serious.”
Cassandra kissed her way upward, still holding his manhood. She kissed his stomach. His chest. Pulled up his shirt and began kissing his nipples. All the while, her eyes moved left and right. Looking. Searching…
Suddenly she saw it.
It was tiny, the thumb drive. Not conspicuous at all. It rested atop a stack of folders, on the table nearby. Cassandra made a mental note of its exact position, then stood up and looked her host right in the eye.
“I’m taking you tonight, Victor. Inside of me. I’ve fantasized about this for way too long. Since the first night you kissed me.”
She pushed him backward, toward the door of his bedroom. For a second, he actually gave up ground.
“You really want to do this?” he asked.
Cassandra answered by stroking him slowly, her hand still nestled between them. “Don’t you think you’ll like it?”
He hesitated before answering. “Yes,” he finally breathed.
“Good,” she said. “Because if you like that, you’re gonna love this.”
Letting go of him Cassandra shrugged off the trench-coat in one quick movement. She draped it over the table… right next to the folder.
Beneath the coat, she wore nothing but lingerie. His lingerie. The stockings, the garters, the panties he’d given her.
And around her neck… the collar.
“Here,” she said holding out one hand. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
She handed him the leash.
Long, sleek, black. The other end was already attached to the ring at Cassandra’s neck.
Victor took it.
Four
Victor’s bedroom was clean and utilitarian, with a large, crisply made bed. Cassandra felt her gaze drawn to it. She wondered how many other women he’d taken in that bed.
“What made you finally surrender?” Victor asked, matter-of-factly.
Cassandra shrugged. “I guess I was curious.”
He seemed to consider her answer. As he did his eyes devoured her, looking her up and down. Cassandra knew how she looked in this outfit. How it would affect him.
“Good enough,” he replied. “But are you ready to submit?” His voice had changed. It was deeper now, more insistent. Gently, he tugged on the leash.
Cassandra swallowed. “Yes.”
“Then get on your knees.”
She did as she was told. The floor was smooth and hard beneath her. Instinctively Cassandra’s hands went up and wrapped themselves around his warm, muscular legs.
He pushed her away. “I didn’t say you could do that yet.”
“Well it’s going to be hard for me to—”
“I didn’t say you could talk, either.”
Cassandra stopped talking. She tilted her chin upward. Silently she delivered her most innocent look.
Victor turned his back, crossing the room with Cassandra in tow. She had to crawl like a cat across the hard wooden floor. After stripping off the rest of his clothing he sat down in a plush, high-backed chair.
“You’re going to suck my cock,” he said, pulling on the leash. Her head inched closer to his lap. “And when I’m good and ready, I’m going to bend you over that bed and fuck you senseless.”
He spread his legs. Invited her in.
Dutifully she obeyed.
Victor’s cock was thick and long and already hard. His skin was hot to the touch, his breathing shallow. In fact, his whole demeanor had changed since she’d shown him the collar. Cassandra noticed all new levels of arousal from him. A palpable excitement that went way beyond what she’d seen when they were fooling around back in her apartment.
She pulled out all the stops as she went down on him. Cassandra left her mouth sloppy and wet, drooling over the shaft, stopping to spit on it and slap it against her face. She worked it with one hand while gently rolling his balls in the other.
His orgasm couldn’t be far off. Cassandra could feel the tension building in his body. She could sense the rising excitement.
“You need to fuck me,” she said.
“Say please.”
She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. “Please.”
“No,” said Victor. “You have to beg me.” He pulled upward with one hand and Cassandra felt the collar go tight around her.
“Please fuck me,” she gasped. She rose and took his face in her hands. Chewed on her bottom lip while looking him straight in his deep, dark eyes. “I’m begging you to fuck me.”
Victor stood up, grabbed hold of her, and spun her around. Then he pushed her forward, bending her over the bed.
Cassandra spread her legs. Reaching down between them, she slid one finger inside herself.
“No,’ Victor said. He slapped her hand away. “That’s all mine.”
His hands went to her hips and Cassandra could feel him come up behind her. The head of his cock pressed firmly against her wet, waiting lips.
“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded.
“Yours.”
“Whose?”
“It’s yours!” Cassandra screamed. “Now take it.” She swallowed hard. “Please, take it. Take me.”
Victor shoved himself inside her in a single thrust. She had to admit it felt amazing. Cassandra closed her eyes, focusing solely on the sheer pleasure of being rammed from behind. Of finally being stuffed full by this elusive stranger, who for so many weeks now, had taken up far too much of her time.
“I knew you’d feel good,” Victor growled. He pulled back on the leash, causing Cassandra to arch her back.
“How good?”
“The correct answer there is ‘yes sir.’”
Cassandra screwed her ass back against him. Brought him in deeper.
“Yes sir.”
Victor reached up and grabbed her hair. Pulled her head backward even further. He leaned forward and put his mouth against her ear.
“Tell me you like it.”
“I LOVE it.”
“Of course you do.”
Cassandra rolled her hips, trying to make the most of every thrust. Soon Victor was pumping faster, slamming himself harder into her body. With her hair pulled and her back arched, she felt used. Dirty. The sensation of being plundered like this took her to all new levels.
“Should I come inside you?” her lover was asking. “Or all over you?”
Cassandra didn’t answer. The penetration was triggering an exquisite tension deep in her belly.
Suddenly she was pulled backward. Hard.
“I asked you a question!”
“Come in me,” she said. “Come on me. Come anywhere you fucking want.”
Her words had the desired effect on him. Victor quickened his pace. Pushed in just that much deeper. It brought Cassandra to the precipice. She couldn’t hold back…
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p; “Oh… Oh… God…”
She came like it was the end of the world.
Victor grabbed her shoulders, slamming himself home as Cassandra’s pussy contracted around his cock. She squeezed down in wanton ecstasy. Clawed back at him while crying out. The sounds of their fucking became wet with her climax as Cassandra flooded uncontrollably against him.
When she returned to the world, Victor was still plowing her. She was amazed he was still going at it. Cassandra glanced back over one shoulder and saw he had his eyes screwed shut, doing his best to maintain control.
She stood up. Detached the leash from her collar.
Victor’s cock popped out of her.
“What the hell do you think—”
“Thanks,” Cassandra smiled back wickedly. She let her end of the leash drop the floor. “I had fun.”
Now it was Victor’s turn to be dumbfounded. Cassandra glided out of the bedroom on stockinged legs, leaving him with his mouth hanging open.
She didn’t have a lot of time. Maybe a few seconds…
In one fluid motion Cassandra swept up her coat and shrugged it on. As she did, she grabbed the thumb drive and thrust it into her front pocket.
Victor was in the bedroom doorway. He stood there naked, braced in the door jamb.
“So that’s it?” he asked.
“Yup.”
Cassandra crossed through the kitchen, into the foyer.
“You got your orgasm and you’re leaving?” Victor went on. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
She reached the front door. Grabbed the knob. She could hear the rain pattering down outside.
“Goodbye Victor,” she said over her shoulder. “I want you to know—”
A hand clasped itself over her wrist.
Victor was there, staring down at her.
“If you think you’re leaving with that drive,” he said, “you’re dead wrong.”
Cassandra’s whole expression went dark. Her shoulders slumped.
“Take it out of your pocket and give it to me,” he said evenly.
She hesitated. Her eyes dropped to the floor.
“Give it to me or I’ll take the whole coat.”
Reluctantly Cassandra reached into her pocket and pulled out the thumb drive. Victor swiped it away from her.
“Looks like neither one of us gets what we want tonight,” he said.
“Yeah,” Cassandra sighed. “I guess not.”
He let go of her. Cassandra pushed out the door, into the rain. Down the steps…
For a while she could feel his eyes boring into her back. She could sense his sexual frustration. Then she was in the car, pulling away. Entering traffic.
Leaving forever.
Cassandra settled into the comfort of her leather seat. She jacked up the heat. Sighed in contentment.
With one hand, she reached down into her pocket… and produced another identical thumb drive. Only this one wasn’t blank, like the one she’d just given her lover.
This was the one she’d taken from Victor’s place.
“Looks like someone got everything she wanted,” she chuckled to herself.
Then, popping off the uncomfortable leather collar, Cassandra rolled down her window and tossed it into the street.
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Thank you for reading The Taming of Cassandra - The Complete Series. Here’s hoping you loved it!
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Jamie Hunter spins wild tales of heated erotica interwoven with suspense, intrigue, and of course, dripping hot sex.
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