Beyond Temptation

by Lisette Ashton

  ‘Lie down,’ she encouraged, patting the bed. ‘It’ll be more fun on the bed.’

  Instead of obeying, Dominic took her in his arms. His naked body was pressed against hers and her breasts were squeezed against his muscular chest. The tips of her nipples were crushed against him while his exposed erection throbbed hotly at her stomach. He stroked her back and buttocks with quick, passionate caresses. Then, for a second time, he lifted her onto the bed.

  This time, he joined her.

  When their mouths met he slid his tongue between her lips in an eager, intimate kiss. The distant flavour of her own pussy juice was on his breath and the taste rekindled her passion. She rubbed her hand against his swollen shaft, relishing each pulse that trembled from him. And yet, as much as she enjoyed his embrace and the sensation of having his length in her hand, the need to have his cock in her mouth was paramount. She writhed free from his arms. Dominic lay back on the bed and she stroked his hardness affectionately before opening the brightly coloured packet.

  He grinned as she teased the flimsy sheath between her fingertips. His eyes shone with hungry expectation as she placed the rubber over his cock.

  ‘They’re not particularly sexy things, are they?’ he observed.

  Robyn frowned and shook her head.

  ‘Quite the contrary. I find them very stimulating.’

  To prove her point, she rubbed the unfurled condom against the head of his cock and drew it softly over the swollen dome.

  He drew a shuddering breath and balled his hands into fists.

  Smiling, Robyn began to roll the gaudy prophylactic over his length. Her hand was curled into a loose fist, allowing her to repeatedly smooth the condom down his stiff shaft. She continued to stroke his cock long after the sheath was securely in place. The tight band of rubber at its base bit into his flesh but Dominic didn’t complain.

  With a critical eye, she examined her handiwork.

  His balls, coated with a layer of short, curly hairs, were a tight sac. She moved her face forward and gently nuzzled against him. The scent of his arousal was only distant but she found the aroma to be maddeningly exciting. Unable to stop herself, she pushed her tongue against the base of his cock. She allowed the tip to touch just beneath the tight band of rubber at the base of his condom and she could taste the clean flavour of his sweat. Shivering eagerly she lifted her head and studied his face, trying to discern if he had found the stimulation as pleasurable and intense as she had.

  ‘Do you still think condoms aren’t particularly sexy?’ she asked.

  ‘You may have changed my mind,’ he allowed.

  ‘I’m sure you didn’t think that lacked excitement,’ she said with a grin. Her finger stroked the wet patch of flesh her tongue had left at the base of his shaft. ‘And I doubt you’ll say that this lacks excitement either.’ Still holding the base of his cock, she placed her lips over the head of his sheathed length and took him into her mouth.

  Dominic drew another shuddering sigh.

  His balled fists unfurled and he snaked his fingers into her hair. Rather than holding her against him, he seemed content to simply tease the locks between his fingers while she sucked.

  Robyn worked her mouth around his shaft, ignoring the synthetic strawberry flavour. She traced her tongue over the flesh through the subtle layer of rubber, teasing each pulsing vein that throbbed between her lips.

  His groans built to a slow crescendo.

  She sensed he was already close to the point of climax. The thought filled her with a vague moment’s sadness but she banished that emotion very quickly. She doubted anyone would have noticed their absence from the dinner party just yet and that meant she might have the chance to use the contents of the black packet. The thought brought a dark excitement to her arousal and she quickly shifted position on the bed. Placing her pussy over his face, she continued to suck him as she lowered her sex to his mouth.

  Dominic caressed the mounds of her buttocks before holding her tight against himself. As though he was following her on the lewd path that her thoughts had taken, he drew his tongue against the rim of her anus. A shiver tickled through her and she stopped sucking him for a moment. Holding her backside still she allowed him to push his tongue into the tight, forbidden hole.

  A groan of ecstasy was torn from her lips.

  At that moment she was oblivious to the guests downstairs.

  * * *

  The guests milled around in small, happy clusters, talking animatedly as they drank and joked together. Gayle stared up the steps towards Robyn’s bedroom door.

  The angry frown continued to furrow her brow.

  She held a half-full wine glass in one hand as she stood alone, bored and unhappy. Everyone else seemed to have found their own clique to join but she had been left alone since Robyn disappeared with Dominic.

  Catching sight of Sheridan’s distinctive hair, Gayle made her way over to the woman. The secretary was standing by a door with her back to Gayle, her ludicrously short skirt displaying her long, shapely legs, while the cropped top that revealed so much of her cleavage also exposed her slender waist. From the front Gayle knew she would have been treated to the sight of the woman’s bare midriff and her pierced belly button. In one casually outstretched hand, Sheridan waved a half-filled wine glass. The rim was decorated with smears of lipstick.

  Sheridan had already developed a reputation in the office for being a cockteaser and a bitch but Gayle wasn’t one to rely on other people’s opinions. She had thought the woman seemed pleasant enough on the couple of occasions when they had spoken. Now she could see an opportunity to talk to Sheridan socially, which would give her the perfect chance to form her own opinion.

  Before Gayle could make her presence known, she realised Sheridan was already engaged in a conversation. Her head was nodding solemnly, creating subtle movement through the colourful peacock feathers of her hair. Her garish lips were thin with an expression of anger or impatience as she said, ‘Never. You can’t be serious. Go on. What happened then?’

  Her partner in the conversation was in the other room and hidden from Gayle’s line of vision.

  Gayle was about to walk away when she heard something that stopped her. It wasn’t her intention to eavesdrop but Sheridan’s exclamation sounded so intriguing that Gayle strained to hear more.

  ‘For fuck’s sake! You shouldn’t let her treat you like that. You should divorce her.’

  Gayle heard a man’s voice respond. She recognised Harold’s gruff Yorkshire accent.

  ‘I don’t intend for it to carry on,’ he said brusquely. ‘This is the last time she’s going to embarrass me.’

  ‘You said you were going to divorce her the last time,’ Sheridan pointed out. ‘You keep saying you’re going to divorce her, but you never do.’

  Gayle swallowed nervously. She was desperate to hear Harold’s response. If Harold and Robyn separated, that would mean a major shake-up at the magazine. If such a thing happened, she doubted Robyn would continue to work with her husband. Gayle knew that could mean the end of her employment as the woman’s PA.

  The thought was chilling.

  She felt small and more than a little selfish for worrying about her own interests in the face of such an upheaval in Robyn’s life. A job was far less important than a marriage. But she was pragmatic enough to know that her own security counted for something. And she had spent most of the evening trying to prevent Harold being confronted with more examples of Robyn’s indiscretions.

  With panic quickening her heartbeat, and her spirits sinking fast, she realised she was listening to a conversation that could dictate the future of her career.

  ‘You promised me that you’d divorce her if she did it again,’ Sheridan reminded him. Her voice had taken on a petulant whine that was ugly and unappealing. ‘You told me that you weren’t going to allow it to happen again. Don’t you remember making these promises, Harold?’

  Gayle took a tentative step closer, wishing she could see Harold
’s face or hear what he was about to say. She lifted her wine glass to her lips and drained its contents. All the time she was listening for Harold’s response.

  ‘It’s Gayle, isn’t it?’

  As the words were spoken, Gayle felt a masculine hand fall heavily on her shoulder. Reluctantly, she turned to face the person talking to her.

  * * *

  Robyn placed the tip of his sheathed cock against herself and suppressed a tremor of elation. On her bedside cabinet she could see the spent red rubber resting on its brightly coloured packet. It shone wetly beneath the bright bedroom lights. Beside the rubber and its packet was the torn orange packet that had housed the condom they now used.

  She held herself above him, determined to savour every moment of the intimacy. His naked body was beneath hers. His hands reached up and he teased her breasts as she squatted above him. The tip of his cock pressed firmly against her sopping hole.

  ‘Play with my clitty.’ The request came out somewhere between begging and commanding.

  Dominic did not seem to mind being given instructions.

  His fingers moved to her sex lips. The cool tips touched her warm, wet flesh. She glanced down at herself, enjoying the sight of the dark stockings against her pale flesh and the glimpse of his teasing hand. The view was so exhilarating she couldn’t resist the urge to impale herself on him. With a lunge and a sigh she lowered her sex onto his length.

  They both stiffened as his cock entered her.

  Robyn placed a hand over her mouth, silencing the scream of delight that she longed to release.

  Beneath her, Dominic strained to contain a groan.

  He wore the ribbed condom and, as it pushed into the warmth of her hole, she felt every subtle titillation against her inner walls. The sheathed length penetrated her sex fully.

  Robyn felt the wave of an orgasm rush over her.

  The condom was thickly lubricated and had tiny ridges along the shaft. With each slow millimetre of his entry and egress her pleasure spiralled upwards. The fingers at her pussy stroked the pulsing nub of her clitoris. Occasionally Dominic would guide a solitary finger around the sopping wetness of her cleft, deftly teasing the point where their bodies connected.

  Robyn was almost giddy with the need for another climax.

  Her body was weak with pleasure and she tried vainly to recall the last time she had enjoyed herself with such hedonistic abandon. It felt like ages since someone had pleased her so greatly and she congratulated herself for the salacious impulse that had made her want to bed Dominic. Staring at the bedside cabinet she idly wished there would be enough time to use the contents of the black packet. Dominic was a capable lover and she suspected he would be more than able to please her using that particular rubber. The idea was more stimulating than any of the ribbed veins on his current sheath.

  When her buttocks touched his hips she realised most of his length was filling her. Her fingers squeezed at the base of his shaft, holding the rubber tightly in place. She deliberately stopped the last half-inch from penetrating her, certain her overstretched pussy couldn’t accept any more. If his cock had been any bigger it would have caused pain.

  But Dominic’s size seemed perfectly suited for her needs.

  Again she was struck by the image of having him penetrate her anus. The idea inspired a shiver of animal excitement. His thick shaft spread the lips of her pussy a little too wide and she tried not to think how it would feel to have her sphincter treated in the same way. But at the same time, she dwelt on the image and savoured the sensations it awoke in her loins.

  His fingers returned to the pulsing ball of her clitoris.

  He stroked the nub of flesh with a gentle caress. The featherlight pressure brought with it another wave of euphoria. As the climax struck she tensed every muscle in her body and relished the electric charge he set off. Using his other hand to tease the tips of her nipples, Dominic continued to stroke her clitoris and caress the lips of her sex.

  Robyn controlled the pace as she slid herself up and down his shaft.

  The sounds of her sex, slurping greedily on his length, filled the room. Robyn was almost deafened by the echo of her sopping pussy drinking noisily from his sheathed shaft. She glanced down and saw, even though they had started this bout of passion little more than a few moments earlier, he was already struggling to contain his eruption.

  With a reassuring smile she stroked his cheek.

  He grinned back at her and rubbed more swiftly at her pussy lips. His fingers brushed over her clitoris and then slipped inside her. Ignoring the fact that his thick length filled her sex, he eased a finger alongside its girth.

  Robyn shook her head, trying to find the words to stop him.

  Before she could form the sentence, he had eased his cock back slightly. She snatched a breath as he urged two fingers into the warm velvety depths of her sex. As soon as the fingers were inside, he pushed his length back between the pouting, overstretched lips.

  This time, Robyn couldn’t stop herself screaming.

  The sensation of being so full was intolerable. Her lips were stretched by his fingers and cock as he continued to plough into her. He probed ever deeper into her velvety darkness and the first prickle of pure joy washed over her. When he forced his erection deeper, Robyn relished the multiple pangs of elation.

  Beneath the silken layer of rubber his cock twitched and throbbed. Dominic’s harsh groan was almost as heartfelt as the one she released when his climax pumped inside her.

  A satisfied smile twisted his lips into a grimace. He raised himself from the bed and bucked his hips forward.

  Savouring the last pleasurable tremor of his orgasm, Robyn guided his spent shaft from between her legs. She kept her hand on the base of his length, holding the rubber in place so as not to allow any of his semen to escape.

  Sliding the sheath from his shaft, she beamed down at him.

  ‘You should come to our dinner parties more often.’

  ‘Try keeping me away,’ he said, laughing. As he spoke, he stroked the thrust of her long nipples.

  Robyn shivered. She was touched by a tickle of irresistible joy as his fingers caressed the nubs of stiff flesh. She cast a glance towards the bedside cabinet, a wicked thought striking her as she contemplated the black packet.

  ‘How much time do you think we have left before someone notices we’re not in the room?’

  * * *

  Gayle glanced unhappily past the young man talking to her, wishing she knew what was happening.

  Robyn was still missing from the dinner party, as was Dominic.

  Although she couldn’t hear everything Harold and Sheridan were saying, she was close enough to catch disquieting snippets of their conversation. Words such as ‘divorce’ and ‘repercussions’ repeatedly floated between the pair. Gayle wanted to hear more but she was prevented from listening to them properly by Wayne from sales, the monumental bore who had trapped her against a wall.

  She had never previously spoken to Wayne but she recognised him vaguely from the offices of Art. His loud, uninteresting voice kept intruding on the words she could glean from Harold and Sheridan’s conversation. And he seemed oblivious to her lack of interest in him.

  She smiled up at him, wishing he would choke on the olive in his martini. The man held a BlackBerry in one hand, as though the gadget was an additional cock. Gayle found herself wishing that someone would call him on it, allowing her the chance to escape.

  ‘Just who the hell is this Dominic, anyway?’ she heard Harold demanding. ‘Who invited him? Where did he come from?’

  Gayle strained to hear Sheridan’s response.

  ‘It’s one of the original Ghias,’ Wayne was explaining. ‘I’ve had the paintwork restored and I’ve fitted an overhead cam on the V-8 engine that Lance and I slipped into her.’

  Gayle inwardly cursed. Outwardly she smiled.

  She heard Sheridan say, ‘… sending you a lot of letters about his protégé Yale Walters,’ but it was the tai
l end of a reply and she couldn’t make much sense of it without proper context.

  ‘Never heard of him,’ Harold growled.

  From the corner of her eye, Gayle saw Sheridan’s shoulders rise in a gentle shrug. The gesture made her gaily coloured locks bounce provocatively. It was, she thought, an exciting and appealing look.

  ‘Dominic seems to think highly of him, he wanted you to …’

  ‘It meant we had to reshape the bonnet a little,’ Wayne went on. ‘And I guess it’s a bit noisier than your average motor. But if I turn the stereo up, I don’t notice.’

  Go away, Gayle thought. Aloud she said, ‘How interesting.’

  Her grin was a rictus. She wondered if she had ever been guilty of holding someone in such a conversation against their will. From her own perspective, she felt sure she was giving off all the signs of a person who didn’t want to be spoken to. Her arms were folded across her chest and she kept glancing at her wristwatch but Wayne seemed oblivious to these far from subtle gestures. He continued to wave his BlackBerry as he spoke, gesturing with it as he emphasised various points in his monologue.

  ‘Critique the bastard?’ Harold exploded.

  His outraged words carried easily over Wayne’s drone.

  ‘Review the fucker? He’ll be lucky if I don’t cancel his subscription to the fucking magazine.’

  Gayle cursed again, wishing she knew what was happening. She had the feeling Harold’s words were important but she had no way of knowing why.

  She was suddenly aware that Wayne had stopped talking to her and that she was expected to say something in response. Quickly she searched her thoughts for an appropriate, glib comment that would pacify him. If the man thought she had been eavesdropping on the magazine’s owner and his secretary, she feared her reputation at the office would be ruined. Smiling into Wayne’s face, Gayle said, ‘It sounds very nice.’

  His grin faltered. Her response wasn’t enough. He clearly expected to hear something more. He had been talking about his car and he wanted to know she was suitably impressed.