When I open my eyes, I see a hand squeeze between the doors at the last second, causing them to open again.
It’s him.
If I thought he looked determined before, this is a whole new level. He strides into the elevator, apparently oblivious of the couple beside me because he walks straight into me, like he’d walk through me if I didn’t back up. I’m pushed back by his body until he has me pinned against the wall, arms on either side of me, chest heaving and eyes heavy.
“I can’t let you go,” he breathes.
All the tangled emotions inside me are such a mess I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t want to think for once. I want to act, to do, to be reckless.
Even my awareness of the couple beside us fades to something dim and faint, like a light in the distance through a foggy window. I know they are there, but I can’t seem to make that matter right now. Nothing matters except those hungry lips of his and those strong hands gripping my hair.
19
Leo
Her desire is written on her face like a book. I read every line, drink in each word. Every syllable of her need thrums into me like a physical, primal need that pounds and throbs in my chest so heavily it’s driving me into a frenzy. I want her. I have to have her, to make her mine, to fucking claim every inch of that innocent body and dominate her will.
I need her submission like I need to breathe, and I hope to God she wants it as badly as I do, because I don’t know if I can stop myself. Not now. Not even here in this cramped elevator. Not even with an audience.
I don’t have the time or patience to tip-toe around it. I kiss her, taking her bottom lip between mine and relishing in her sweetness. My already-throbbing cock nearly bursts out of my pants when her hungry little tongue flicks across my lips.
She wants this.
It’s all the permission I need. I grip her wrists and raise them over her head, pinning them to the wall with one hand. I strip my tie with the other and hastily tighten it around her wrists. She watches me with those doe eyes like golden bursts of amber light. Her full, pouty lips are parted so I can see the hint of her pink tongue and imagine what it will feel like exploring my body. I run a hand through her brown curls, loving how thick and soft her hair is, perfect for gripping and keeping her exactly where I want her.
I take a handful of hair and squeeze, just enough to let her know she’s not getting away. Not this time.
The couple beside us has moved to the far corner of the elevator. The man looks horrified and maybe even annoyed, but his girl is watching us with unrestrained hunger.
I pay them no more mind. I own the fucking building and a dozen more like it in this city. If they don’t like what they see, they can get lost.
“What about them?” she asks in a whisper so quiet I barely hear her. Her eyes shift over to the couple nervously.
If she wants them gone, then they’re gone. I slam the open door button with the palm of my hand. The couple gets my message loud and clear when the doors open a moment later a few floors before the one they were waiting for. They hurry out, the man dragging his girlfriend behind him as she cranes her neck to watch us.
“You’re all mine now,” I say when the doors close again, leaving us alone.
“Someone else could come in,” she breathes.
I run my hand up the length of her thigh until I find the elastic of her panties. I hook my thumb under it, watching her face. Her lips part and her breath hitches. When her big eyes flick up to mine it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I had planned to slide the panties down, but I impulsively yank hard, finding satisfaction when she gasps in surprise. I toss the scrap of cotton to the ground and turn my attention back to her.
“Time to see how badly you want this,” I rasp in her ear before taking her earlobe between my teeth and gently tugging.
She responds to my every touch in a way that drives me up the fucking wall. I can even see goosebumps rising along her neck. I slide my hand up the soft skin of her inner thigh until I’m just inches from her pussy, which is radiating heat like nothing I’ve ever felt. My heart pounds with anticipation, with the thought of driving my cock into the warmth of her core and how incredible she would feel clenched around my length.
I find her heat with my fingers, moving slowly, I touch her teasingly, running my fingers from her clit to her opening. She’s already so slick I could slide inside her with ease.
“My dirty little pet,” I say, smirking at her. “You ran from me but you want this so badly it hurts, doesn’t it?”
She looks away, eyes downcast as if she’s ashamed.
I turn her to face me with my free hand. “Tell me you want it.”
Her eyes slowly rise to meet mine, where they linger several heartbeats before she speaks. “I want it.” Her voice trembles.
I clench my jaw, keeping my hand still against her pussy until I have her mind where I want it. “Embrace it.”
Her eyebrows draw down in confusion. “Embrace it?” she asks.
“Your need,” I say. “Your fucking hunger.” I press my hand against the center of her chest. “What you feel here. This. Embrace it. Let it out. Feed it.”
Her eyes widen slightly as she looks down at my hand and then back up at me. “I don’t even know your name,” she says.
“Leo. For now.” I smirk at the confusion in her features. When I’ve had time to properly train her, she’ll call me Sir. Then she’ll call me Master. I’ve had this darkness inside me for as long as I can remember. An all-consuming need to dominate body and mind. But until now, I’ve never found the right woman. They either give in too willingly or they play at it like it’s a game. It’s always been the same. But not with this one.
I can’t say how I knew, but I did. One look at her in the lobby with that simple, unassuming dress doing its best and failing to hide the killer body beneath, and I wanted everything she had to give and more. I wanted to take it all right then and there. It was all I could do to contain myself until I had her in my office.
“Turn around,” I say sternly.
She swallows hard, but does as I say. I don’t have to hide the smile that spreads across my face when her back is to me. Such a natural. She obeys so willingly and I’m a complete stranger to her.
I lift her dress to expose her gorgeous ass. I take a moment to admire it, then the look of embarrassment on her half-turned face. I bring my hand back to spank her. “This is for running,” I say.
Just as I’m about to slap her ass, the door to the elevator opens. A woman and her daughter, who looks like she might be in college are standing there with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
I grin, then slap Lysa’s ass hard enough to leave a temporary handprint, but not enough to leave a mark. No marks. Nothing permanent, not ever. Once she’s truly my pet, she’ll learn she can trust me absolutely. She can give herself over to me completely and let me take her to the edge of her limits until the line between too much and just enough is razor thin, and then I’ll rip orgasm after orgasm from her like machine-gun blasts.
“Leo,” she gasps, cheeks burning red.
Fucking hell. Even the way she gasps my name is sexy, like she places emphasis on every syllable, like she’s tasting the way it feels coming off her tongue.
I shift my body between us and the spectators, covering her. They clearly don’t plan to join us in the elevator, but they appear unable to move, even as I slide two fingers inside Lysa’s pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so tight. I knew you would be.”
Her walls clench tighter around me in response to my words.
“You like when I talk dirty, don’t you, pet?”
Another clench of her pussy answers my question for her. When I pull my fingers from her tightness she makes the sweetest sound of protest I’ve ever heard. I quickly replace them with my thumb, getting it nice and wet before dragging it down to the tight ring of her asshole. She jumps at my touch, struggling half-heartedly against me, but with
my shoulder pressed to her back she’s pinned in place.
“Leo,” she says again, this time in a tone of warning.
“There are only two words with power right now,” I say into her ear, my lips brushing the delicate skin and causing her to shudder. “Say yellow, and I’ll know you’re reaching your limit. Say red, and everything stops, no questions asked. Understand?”
“Yes,” she gasps as I plunge my fingers back into her pussy.
I press my thumb against her asshole again, not penetrating just waiting for her muscles to relax naturally as I massage the sensitive flesh. I half expect her to safe word me, but she’s silent.
“Dirty little pet. You want my thumb in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps when I start massaging her inner walls and push my thumb inside her tight ring.
With more than a little dexterity, I extend my pinky finger to lay against her clit. Every motion of my fingers in her pussy and ass causes my pinky to move against her, and it’s only seconds before she’s writhing against me in the most stunning way.
“That’s good,” I say. “Now show me how you’ll suck my cock.” I move my other hand up her neck until my index finger slides inside her mouth. She surprises me by jumping straight to the task with enthusiasm. She works her mouth up and down the length of my finger, warm tongue swirling sensual circles around me.
If I wasn’t enjoying the way my touch was making her lose control so much, I’d turn her around and make her take me right here in this elevator. I already know nothing is going to be as sweet as bringing her pleasure. She can suck my cock when she’s so horny she’s begging for it, but not until then.
I feel her nearing climax, but I’m not about to let her dampen her arousal by cumming. Not yet. I’m going to bring her to the edge and back until she’s ready to do anything I say to get the orgasm she so desperately needs.
I bring my movements to a complete stop and put my free hand around her slender throat. I apply slight pressure, waiting for her response.
She opens her eyes, her chest still heaving. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“You didn’t think you would get to cum that easily, did you?”
She opens her mouth to speak but shuts it again, clearly baffled.
“No,” I say. “You cum when I’m ready for you to cum. Maybe I’ll wait until we have an audience,” I suggest. She seems to realize for the first time the elevator has been sitting at the top floor of the hotel with the door open for some time now, just waiting to be called.
“Or maybe,” I continue. “You’re not allowed to cum until I do?”
She watches me for a long moment before her eyes travel down my chest to my pants, where my hard cock strains against my pants.
“Untie my hands,” she says.
I grin, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think so.”
The determination in her eyes turns me on like I can’t believe as she turns around, sinks to her knees, and starts trying to unbuckle my belt with her teeth. I nearly laugh because her hands are tied, but she could easily bend her elbows and use her fingers, but she’s apparently too absorbed to realize.
I watch her with amusement for a while before I help her with the buckle and button of my pants. I let her get the zipper with her teeth. She quickly pulls my briefs down by the elastic, freeing my cock. I enjoy the way her eyebrows raise when she takes in the size of it, and I especially enjoy the way she doesn’t waste any time putting her lips against me.
I let my head fall back and my eyes close, enjoying the feeling of her hot mouth roaming my cock and the sensation of her slick tongue circling its head.
“So fucking good,” I groan.
The doors close behind us and she stops suddenly, moving her head to the side to look. I put my hands on both sides of her head, bringing her back to where her focus needs to be.
“No stopping,” I say. “You want to cum, don’t you?”
Her answer is nothing but a muffled vibration against my cock.
“You don’t cum until I do, so get to work, pet.”
Her pace increases. I feel my own mounting pleasure rising, building toward its peak, but I know I’m not ready to let her have what she wants. Not nearly ready. The elevator doors ding again, and this time it’s one of the housekeepers. She’s idly tapping at her phone with one hand and holding onto the cart of cleaning supplies with the others. When she sees us she actually drops her phone. “Mr. Carlyle?”
All the interruptions are actually starting to irritate me, so I motion for Lysa to stand, pull up my pants quickly, and lift her into my arms. I walk past the housekeeper, who’s still gaping in shock, and take Lysa into the nearest semblance of privacy I can find: a small room with a courtesy washer and dryer.
Once inside, I sit Lysa on the washing machine so her hips are level with my stomach now. I kneel slightly, yank her forward, and plunge my face between her legs. Her body rocks back so quickly from surprise that her head bangs against the wall with a thump.
I glance up from between her legs to see if she’s okay. She nods her head quickly, “Don’t stop. Please.”
Don’t worry, pet. You’ll get what you want. And then some.
I know she’s already near orgasm, so I’m careful to leave her sensitive clit alone for now. I drag my tongue around the often-forgotten skin of her inner thighs and just outside her pussy. She shudders at my every touch, squeezing her thighs tightly around my head and muffling the sound around me. Her wrists are still bound together, but she’s cheating my restraints by bringing her hands down and running them through my hair.
“Naughty,” I say, standing. I take her wrists and raise them over her head again, then tie the long end of my necktie in a new knot around one of the supports for the shelving overhead. I kneel back down, picking up where I left off.
I plunge my tongue inside her entrance, bending it upwards at the tip as I bring it back up, lapping at her hungrily as I grip two tight handfuls of her ass and lift her slightly so I can get an even better angle.
“Oh God,” she gasps. “How are you--oh--fuck.”
I swirl my tongue inside her and let out a low hum that vibrates through my lips. She spasms, body tensing. I pause. Every nerve in my body is crying out for me to bury my cock in her now. To have that tight pussy choking every inch of my length, but I can’t make myself stop, not yet. She tastes too good--too sweet. The way her body is squirming and shaking against me is nearly driving me over the edge without so much as her laying a finger on my cock.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt myself on the verge of cummning just from eating out a woman, but every inch closer I bring her to orgasm feels like it’s bringing on my own.
I finally have to stop, pulling myself away with so much effort that I have to squeeze my eyes shut, if I see her glistening pussy I know I’d be unable to stop eating her out until we both came. I stand, ripping my shirt open. I shove the hem of her dress up over her tits and yank the cups of her bra down so I can fully enjoy every inch of her.
I don’t even need to grip myself to find her entrance. The heat coming from her is like a beacon for my cock, and it only takes a slight movement of my hips to slide the first inch into her. She stretches wonderfully for me already, and we’re only just getting started.
“Oh God,” she gasps.
My mind buzzes like electricity and my heart pounds. She feels so fucking good. The scent of her filling my nose, the way her skin feels so soft and innocent against my rough hands… Most of all, I love watching her unleash her pent up passion. Without even knowing her more than an hour, I can tell she’s the kind of woman who makes a habit of denying herself, whether it’s expensive treats, fun nights out, or even a good fuck when she needs it.
She needs me as much as I need her, she just doesn’t realize it yet.
I work myself in, adding an inch with every movement of my hips while I distract her from the way her pussy is being forced to stretch to accommo
date me by kissing and sucking the hardened nubs of her nipples into my mouth.
“Ah,” she says quickly, grabbing my arm when I try to push the last inch into her. “It’s too deep.”
I glance to my side and realize there’s an ice machine for filling the buckets in the rooms. Careful not to slip out of her, I reach out and just barely manage to tap the dispenser. A couple cubes fall free. I toss one into my mouth as she watches me with growing interest.
I position it between my lips and dip my head again, running the ice along the outer edge of her nipple.
“Oh, oh…” she says.
Once I can tell the cold is growing too intense, I move the cube to my hand and soothe away the sting of cold with the warmth of my tongue. While she’s distracted by the play of hot and cold, I ease my last inch inside of her. She sucks in a breath, but her face remains relaxed.
“It’s in all the way?” she asks.
“A perfect fit,” I say, and it is. I can feel the wall of her cervix against the head of my cock.
I tease us both by remaining motionless. My cock still buried as deep as it can be inside her but giving her none of the friction her body so desperately craves. I want her to show me how badly she wants it, how fucking horny she is.
Like a good girl, it’s only seconds before she starts to dig her heels into my back and work her hips against me. She rolls her hips, using her legs wrapped around me for leverage to help with the push and pull as she fucks herself on my cock.
Once I’ve had a taste of her desperation, I grab a fresh ice cube and torture her neck, lips, ear lobes, nipples, and stomach, all while I drive my cock so hard and fast into her that it probably sounds like someone put a basketball in the dryer.
I can’t hold it back anymore. I don’t want to hold it back. I want to cum, to feel her cum, to see the way her face looks when she fully surrenders to pleasure.
My eyes close and my body tenses, just as my orgasm is about to consume me, I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock as her own orgasm rocks through her. Her already tight pussy flexes even harder around my cock, doubling the sensation of each thrust and drawing my own orgasm out like an explosion.
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