by Mia Ford
“Well,” Davenport whispered, so as not to rouse the sleeping girls. “You made it through your first day.”
Veronica smiled and looked down between her feet. His presence was overpowering, and the scent of his cologne filled her nostrils and clouded her thoughts.
“Join me for a nightcap?” Davenport asked her, raising an eyebrow.
Veronica looked up to see that dangerous smirk in his eye, and she nearly swooned then and there. Being so close to him had already been working her nerves raw. She knew very well that it would only be torture if she accepted his invitation, but she knew it would be delightful torture.
“Of course,” Veronica said softly and politely, and she saw a smile spread over his face.
Veronica could only swallow drily and follow as he made his way down the stairs. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt more than a little unsteady on her feet as she followed him. The house was lit dimly by the occasional lamp, and she couldn’t help but find the lighting very sensual.
She followed him past the kitchen and into Davenport’s home office. Inside, there was, of course, a desk, as well as a black leather couch and a couple of matching chairs. Davenport, though, moved toward a small bar in the back of the room, which was fully stocked with all manner of drinks and liquor.
“What’s your pleasure?” he asked her, moving to stand behind the bar.
“I’m not particular,” Veronica shrugged, feeling nerves creeping up on her now that they were alone. In an attempt to distract herself, she decided to take stock of her surroundings.
The office looked as though it had once been a sunroom, as the walls were virtually just windows. She looked outside of the room and into the darkness of the night outside.
“There’s nothing to worry about out there,” Davenport gave her a smirk as he moved to stand beside her, handing her a tumbler of a deep amber liquid. Veronica took a sip of it, the sweet burning filling her throat and warming her blood.
“It’s not what’s out there that I’m worried about,” Veronica confessed softly, and her eyes widened as she realized what had just come out of her mouth.
Veronica could feel Davenport’s eyes on her, and she turned to look back at him. He looked positively predatory, leaning against his desk, one hand braced against the edge and the other twirling his tumbler. His dark eyes burned into hers, and she could only swallow drily as he raised up his tumbler and drained it.
“Well, I assure you,” Davenport spoke, and stood back up to his full height, slowly moving toward her. “You have nothing to fear from me.”
Veronica felt a brief moment of disappointment, but she noticed that his demeanour had not changed, and he was still moving toward her slowly, but with intent and focus. She couldn’t help but flinch a little as he reached up and lightly traced his fingertips over the back of the hand she was holding the tumbler in. She vaguely thought it was a miracle she didn’t drop the glass right then and there.
“Don’t worry,” Davenport said softly, as his body moved so that he was mere inches away from her. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”
Davenport’s hand continued to travel up her arm, and he gently gripped at her elbow.
“If you want me to stop,” Davenport all but purred. “All you have to do is say so.”
Davenport took up the tumbler from her hand and placed it on a small side table beside them. He then took her free hand and ran his fingertips over her palm.
“Mr. Davenport…” Veronica began to protest a little, in spite of the way her body was responding to him already.
“Call me Frank,” he said, offering her a smile.
“I’m not sure this is entirely appropriate,” she protested, though she was certainly reluctant to do so. Her body was crying out to be touched at that point, and it was all she could do to keep from leaping upon him.
“Oh absolutely not,” he shook his head, and gave her a wry smile. “That’s why I don’t make a habit of it. But then again, there’s a first time for everything.”
Veronica gasped a little as she felt Frank move his hands to rest upon her waist. His touch was strong, but gentle all at once, and she felt her body begin to shake a little with the force of her lust.
“Are you sure there’s no one around?” Veronica asked in a hushed whisper. She had to admit that she wanted this. She had been attracted to the man from the moments she met him. Even now she could feel a dripping wetness between her legs, and he had barely even touched her.
Being in such close proximity to him throughout the evening had only served to light each of her nerve endings on fire. It was little wonder that she had found herself in this situation, but now that she was here, she was reluctant to take the final plunge. It was one thing to lust after her boss, but it was another to actually indulge in her desires.
“The girls are asleep,” Frank assured her softly, pulling her closer to him, so that their torsos were pressed against each other. “I have a guard posted at the main door. Who else are you expecting?”
“Your wife,” Veronica answered.
Frank immediately stiffened, and he took a slow step back from Veronica. His eyes searched her face, and Veronica couldn’t read his expression. After a moment, he blinked, and tilted his head to the side.
“My wife,” frank sighed, and smiled softly. “She died. In childbirth, actually.”
Veronica’s face dropped. She would never have brought up such a painful topic if she had known.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Veronica shook her head. “I shouldn’t have said anything…”
“It’s alright,” Frank said softly, and gave her a gentle smile. “How could you know? I lead a private life; it’s not like it was broadcast on the news.”
“I know, it’s just…” Veronica shook her head. “That’s awful, I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Frank let out a sigh, moving to intertwine his fingers with Veronica’s.
“Some days are harder than others,” he said softly, a small smile still on his face. “Today… was not hard at all.”
Veronica blinked at his words, and she felt a heat rise up in her face. Frank moved close to her again, and she slowly lowered his face toward hers, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Veronica blinked up at him as he pulled back.
“Now that we’ve opened that door, though,” Frank said, his voice a little rougher as his hands travelled to the hem of her shirt. “What about Calvin?”
Veronica barely suppressed a groan of annoyance as she heard his name. The sound dissolved in her throat, though, as Frank’s hands made their way under her shirt and his fingertips brushed against her naked skin.
“I…” Veronica let out breathlessly. “We’ve been together a long time.”
“Hm,” Frank uttered a sound, and moved closer, burying his face in her neck. She felt his teeth nibbling at her pulse point.
“I just…” Veronica moaned softly, her hips involuntarily arching she sucked at her collarbone. “I forgot how this feels…”
“So did I,” Frank breathed against her skin, and a shiver ran up Veronica’s spine.
Frank cupped her breast through her bra, and Veronica released a soft sigh. Her hands shot out of their own accord and she dug her nails into his sides. She heard him growl low in his throat.
“You can always tell me to stop,” he reminded her breathlessly as his other hand moved behind her back and began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra.
Veronica could hardly catch her breath, much less tell him to stop. She tore her hands away from his sides and anxiously reached to undo the buttons of his shirt even as Frank managed to undo her bra.
Before she knew it, her hands were in the air, and Frank easily divested her of her shirt. Veronica’s mind was in a whirl. She had never experienced anything like this, and she wondered if this was the exception, or the norm outside of her relationship with Calvin. She did not give it much thought, though, as she felt Calvin spin her around and press her back, causing h
er to fall back into one of the leather chairs with a soft yelp.
Frank smiled down at her as he shrugged his shirt off, baring his well-muscled torso. Veronica felt her mouth water as she drank in the sight of his gleaming dark skin and the muscles rippling beneath. He shot her a devilish smile and moved to kneel down in front of the chair.
Veronica watched, enraptured, panting lightly as Frank placed his hands on the inside of her knees, and began to run them up her thighs. She moaned softly as he caressed her sex through her pants for a moment, and then trailed his fingertips to the button and zipper, easily undoing them.
Veronica lifted up her hips as he dragged her pants, as well as her panties down her legs and over her feet. He tossed the clothing over his shoulder and his eyes moved to look at her, a ravenous gleam flickering within them. Veronica couldn’t help but squirm on the chair.
Locking his eyes with hers, Frank lowered his head and Veronica shivered as he began to kiss a line up her thighs, alternating between each one. She bit her lip and tightly gripped the arms of the chair as he placed a kiss on her mound.
Veronica locked eyes with him as he extended his tongue and licked a long line from her dripping slit to her clit. Her hips arched up off the chair, and Frank wrapped his fingers around her hips to steady her as he deepened his attentions.
Veronica was a trembling mess, and she alternated between gripping the chair and Frank’s shoulders. She felt herself approaching the precipice of her orgasm, and she vaguely noted that it was the first one she had received from someone else in a very long time.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Frank slid two fingers into her. With a gasp, Veronica felt her inside walls clamp down on his digits and her hips jerked with the force of her climax. Frank masterfully caressed her sex and helped her to ride through her orgasm while not overstimulating her.
When Veronica’s orgasm subsided, Frank gently pulled his fingers out of her and gently kissed a line back up the center of her stomach and between her breasts. Finally, he reached her mouth and Veronica cupped the back of his head as their mouths locked in a kiss.
As they pulled back, Veronica was greeted with his gentle smile, and she looked at him in awe.
“What is it?” he asked her, his tone more curious than concerned.
Veronica wordlessly shook her head, and a breathless laugh escaped her lips.
“It’s just been so long since…” Veronica started, and slowly shook her head. Frank chuckled, and ran his fingertips along her cheekbones.
“Well I have to admit I felt a little rusty,” he chuckled, moving to situate himself beside her on the chair, pulling her side close to his chest.
“If that’s rusty…” Veronica trailed off, and Frank laughed lightly.
He began to plant kisses along her temple, and Veronica felt him tilt his hips forward, and she gasped, feeling another flare of arousal as his hardness rubbed against her naked thigh.
Veronica turned to face him, and ran her fingernails down his chest and abs until she reached the buttons of his pants and his belt. She fumbled a little as she worked to undo the fastening, but eventually she was rewarded for her efforts, and she was able to slide her hand beneath the elastic of his boxers.
Veronica’s eyes widened as she wrapped her fingers around the girth of his cock, and was shocked to find that her fingers couldn’t completely surround him. She looked up into Frank’s eyes, and he gave her a smirk, letting her know just how proud he was of his thickness. She vaguely wondered if he had the length to match.
With little preamble, Veronica slid out of the chair, and pressed against Frank’s shoulders until he followed her motions, and he took up the space in the hair that she had once occupied. Veronica hastily removed his shoes and socks, and then moved to grip the waistband of his pants and underwear, jerking them down his legs.
Veronica’s jaw dropped shamelessly as she got sight of his cock. It was every bit as long as it was thick, and it stood proudly erect, ready for whatever would come. Veronica felt a flutter of nerves. She didn’t want to start comparing, but Calvin was nowhere near this size. She felt like she had felt before giving her first blowjob.
She looked up at Frank, and her nerves disappeared as she realized he was every bit as apprehensive as she was. In the midst of her lust, she felt a much more tender emotion in her stomach bloom as she realized just how human this man was.
Her lust returned in full force, though, as she saw his cock twitch. Without hesitation, Veronica got down on her knees between his thighs. She ran her nails along his inner thighs, and she heard his sharp intake of air as she gently traced along his balls.
Finally, Veronica rapped her hand around his cock at the base, and pumped up along its length. She heard Frank release a soft moan, and saw him arch his hips up into her touch. Veronica felt a rush of heat as she saw a drop of precome form on his tip.
Veronica leaned her head forward and licked from his base to his tip, gathering up the drop of moisture, relishing the salty taste. More followed, and Veronica continued to pump him, using his own fluids as lubricants. Finally, she dipped her head further down, and she took the tip of his length in her mouth, bobbing her head lightly and flicking her tongue along his frenulum each time she withdrew.
Frank as largely quiet, only releasing the occasion pant or soft moan. Veronica could tell, though, by his straining muscles, that he was enjoying her treatment. Inspired by his reactions, Veronica relaxed the back of her throat, and pushed past her gag reflex, taking his entire length down her throat.
Veronica felt Frank’s hand at the back of her head, and heard his growling. She could feel his body vibrating beneath her, and she knew he was likely working hard to keep from roughly thrusting into her throat.
Veronica’s eyes were tearing up, and her lungs were beginning to cry out from a lack of air, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull off of him, knowing that he was enjoying it. She began to contract her throat muscles as best she could in an attempt to give him as much pleasure as she could.
She felt Frank’s hands on either side of her face, and she expected him to hold her head still as he thrust into her throat, but she was surprised when he began to pull her off. Veronica gagged a little as he pulled out of her, and she took in a fast breath of air.
Frank released her face and moved his hand to take her up under the arms so that she was kneeling on the chair over him.
“That’s enough of that,” Frank growled, and Veronica shivered as he took hold of her hips.
Veronica whimpered and squirmed as she tried to lower herself onto his cock, but was held back by his grip over her hips. She knew he wanted it as much as she did, and she did not understand why he was holding her back.
“Please don’t tease me Frank,” she begged, a small whine in her voice. “I want you…”
“I want you too,” Frank uttered darkly, and Veronica could hear the raw lust on his voice. “But if we do this… there’s no turning back for you.”
Veronica took that in for a moment. He was right. So far, they had fooled around, but they hadn’t actually had sex. It was bad, but it was definitely something that she could get through with Calvin.
If she took this last step, she knew there was a good chance that Calvin would never forgive her if he found out. It would most likely be the end of their relationship. Even if he never found out, she would have to carry the knowledge that she had slept with another man with her for the rest of their relationship.
And yet, even as she realized all these things, she couldn’t bring herself to stand up from where she knelt straddling Frank’s body, her dripping lit mere inches away from the head of his cock. She could never remember ever feeling so alive and so adored by a man. The way his eyes seemed to devour her lit a blazing fire in her core, and made her feel like the vibrant, unique woman she had always pictured herself as.
Veronica’s body ached for the satisfaction of feeling Frank’s thick length slide into her, and she was barely aware of th
e fact that her hips were flexing in an effort to close the distance between her entrance and his tip. She could hardly think when her primal urges were crying out for her to be filled and taken.
Veronica knew what her decision was, and with little regard for the consequences, she wound her hands around Frank’s and intertwined her fingers with his. She looked into his eyes, telling him with her gaze that she had made her decision, and that she would accept the consequences for her actions.
Slowly, her muscles quivering with anticipation, she lowered herself until she could feel the heat of his cock head just at her entrance. She flexed her hips a little, and moaned at the sensation of his tip sliding along her entrance. She lowered herself still further, and she felt a wave of pleasure roll over her body as his tip was sheathed within her.
Veronica whimpered, and suddenly found it hard to catch her breath. Frank let go of her hands, and he took a gentle hold of her hips. Veronica squirmed and braced her hands against his chest as he guided her down slowly. When he was fully sheathed within her, he clasped her face between his hands and puller her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their teeth clashed as they fairly devoured one another, and Veronica’s head spun as her pussy throbbed from how very tightly it was filled.
Veronica broke the kiss and balance back on her knees and toes. She slowly lifted up and whimpered as she felt her lips drag along his cock as she pulled out almost completely, and then lowered herself back down.
Veronica locked eyes with Frank as she repeated this motion a couple of times, and then she increased her pace. Faster than what she had intended, Veronica soon found herself riding him with wild abandon, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders and chest.
Veronica felt free and invincible. She couldn’t remember ever doing this before, and she cried out every time she crashed down onto his cock, his length piercing a sensitive spot within her that Calvin had never been able to discover.
Veronica looked down into Frank’s face and tried to judge how he was responding. Each time their eyes met, Veronica felt as though an electric shock had gone straight to her sex. It was not long at all before she felt her body heading to another orgasm.