by Selena Kitt, Marie Shore, Alex Anders, Terry Towers, Aphrodite Hunt
“I don’t want anything but I want it all, Charlene. I want to be your friend, your mentor, your confidant.” He paused and leaned in closer so his lips were only a breath away from hers. Against them he whispered, “your teacher, your lover, your everything.”
“This is so fast, Jake, I don’t know.”
“Charlie, do you still trust me? Do you believe me when I tell you we’ll go at your pace?”
Before she could reply his lips brushed hers — soft and hesitant, yet confident and knowing. Charlie gave into the kiss and felt his strength wind it’s tendrils through her veins. She felt the tide change as his kiss became more passionate, more demanding as he pulled her close and locked his arms around her waist. She leaned into his frame as if she’d done this a thousand times before, and wanted to do it a thousand times again. She curled her fingers in his hair and responded to his passion with a need of her own. She felt Jake’s hands cup her bottom and pull her tight against him. She felt the bulge pressing against her stomach and moaned.
Jake pulled away, his eyes blazing with pure lust. “I’ve wanted to do this for fucking five years, I’m not about to take you in a fucking kitchen,” he growled.
Charlene shivered at his words. “I have a side room,” she whispered hesitantly while pointing behind her.
Jake’s hands never left her ass when he claimed her lips as he walked them toward the door on the far side of the room. She pulled his shirt from his trousers, sliding her hands under the thin material to splay them across his chest.
“My god,” she murmured against his lips, “you’re so hard and cut.”
Jake grinned and replied with feigned surprise. “You’ve already seen my cock?”
Charlene swatted at him and pulled out of his arms to turn and lead him into her private space. She didn’t know why, but this seemed as natural as coming to his office every day for the last five years. When she converted this space into a place to sleep, she never once envisioned this would be the way she used it. She took a cursory glance to make sure everything was in its place. After emptying so many boxes, she wasn’t sure how exactly this room had been left and wasn’t sure who actually organized it. Not that she thought Jake would care — but maybe he would. Maybe he liked things neat and orderly. His office seldom had a paper out of place for Christ’s sake.
Jake followed closely behind her, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. His eyes swept the room, much like Charlene’s, although he could be certain her inspection was a far cry from what he looked for. He noticed the sturdy queen size bed with an accommodating head and foot boards perfect for some simple restraints, a simple desk and computer beneath the window with a perfect straight back chair nestled underneath. There was a door, which he assumed led to a closet and a small bureau adorned with some toiletries.
Charlene stood nervously, as if waiting for some indication he approved of the accommodations. Jake lovingly smiled at her, appreciating the innocent gesture even if she wasn’t aware of it. He stepped toward the bed, sat down on the edge and extended his hands out to her. “Come here, Charlene,” he said softly, but with a tone of authority.
Not knowing what else to do with herself, or her hands, she stepped toward him and closed her hands in his. She let herself be drawn between his thighs and realized his face was perfectly aligned with her breasts. He dropped her hands and ran his up the outside of her thighs, over her waist up to her confined breasts and gripped each one in his strong hands, eliciting a soft moan.
“Let your hair down.”
Charlene simply nodded and pulled the tie from her hair and tossed it casually onto the bureau. She combed through her hair with her fingers, relishing the freedom from its confinement.
“You’re so beautiful with your hair down. I want it down all the time when you’re with me,” Jake said as he continued to squeeze and knead her breasts, enjoying the look of pleasure on her face.
Charlene nodded again and murmured. “Okay.”
“Okay, isn’t enough. Tell me you understood me, Charlene,” he replied sternly.
Charlene jerked her head forward as the tone of his voice registered somewhere in a thinking part of her brain. She looked down at him questioningly, “I understood you, Jake. I’ll wear my hair down.”
Jake’s hands grazed back down to her thighs, “Now unbutton your shirt for me. Start from the bottom and work your way up.”
His eyes were dark. Just like this morning, she remembered silently. Almost foreboding, and while she felt self-conscious in front of him, she knew inherently he expected her compliance. Charlene pulled her blouse from her jeans with a resolve not to falter even though her hands trembled as she freed the buttons one by one until her blouse hung open. Her flesh burned beneath the denim where his hands hung possessively on her hips. She just stood there with her arms at her sides, unmoving, unsure, and uncertain of what to do next. She wished Jake would do something, anything, although after further review, she wasn’t sure if she was up for ‘anything’, so she left it at something.
“Undo your jeans,” Jake said quietly.
Charlene tensed as she remembered her mortification this morning. While there was definitely a different feeling in the air, she felt the embarrassment slowly creep through her veins. When she didn’t move, she felt his hands squeeze her hips as a silent prod. She pulled on the corner, the button popped, and she lowered the zipper.
“Now pull them down.”
Charlene shimmied them down to mid-thigh, feeling very exposed and vulnerable in front of the man she revered for years. Nervous and self-conscious didn’t even begin to touch the little girl feeling swirling through her. At the same time though, she felt alive and excited, her skin tingled with anticipation.
Jake slid his hands from her thighs, molding them to her curves, just high enough for his fingertips to tease right below her bra. He stared at her torso, watching her sleek feminine muscles ripple beneath his touch, but he was well aware of the soft moans as his hands roamed. He pushed her jeans lower, below her knees, and reached up to slide her blouse from her shoulders, only to have it catch at her wrists. He smiled once more at her conservative white cotton undergarments, knowing damned well it’s not what used to adorn her flesh beneath her business suits. More than once he caught the lacy outline of her cup through a sheer blouse, or when she moved just right and she unknowingly let her blouse gape, giving him more of a view than he dared hope for.
Now she stood in front of him, in all of her conservative glory, and he couldn’t believe his good fortune. He knew she was nervous. Not all the trembling was from her growing arousal. He inhaled deeply and wondered if she could smell her own scent. He silently debated whether he should point it out and make her even more self-conscious. The devil in him won that battle. “You’re wet aren’t you?” When he heard her stammer a bit, he continued, “I can smell you, you know. I bet if I had you show me your cunt right now, it’d be glistening.”
Instinctively Charlene made motion to cover herself, but was blocked when Jake grabbed her wrists. “Don’t ever try to cover yourself without my permission again. That’ll get you over my knee faster than you can blink. Understood?”
When she didn’t answer right away, his grip tightened. “Yes, Jake. I understand.”
“Good girl. Now where was I? Oh yes. Clasp your hands behind your back.” Jake tilted his head and watched as her breasts thrust forward as the result of her locked hands. He stood, purposely rubbing his body against hers in the process. He cupped her breasts and squeezed tight. They fit his hand perfectly, so firm and full. Jake reached her bra and pulled one breast up and out of the cup and followed suit with the other. “Perfect.” The effect caused her areolas and nipples to bulge forward. “Those nips are just aching to be touched, aren’t they? The question is how do they want to be touched?” Jake inhaled again. “Mmm. You’re getting more excited aren’t you.” He said more than asked. “I’m going to want to see your pretty little pussy here very soon. See how wet you are for
me.”
Charlene shivered with each and every word coming from Jake’s mouth. He made the crude things he said sound sexy. He made her feel sexy. When his thumb brushed over the tip of her nipple she groaned and arched toward his touch. He didn’t stop the movement and soon the hardened nub was on fire from the friction. Charlene squirmed as he continued murmuring and soon whimpering for more. The fire quickly spread throughout her body and settled to smolder between her legs. She wanted to touch him, rake her nails down his flesh and pull him against her.
Knowing she couldn’t made the frustration so much sweeter for the both of them. Jake’s breath was hot at her ear. She didn’t know how he remained so composed when he was driving her insane, and showed no signs of easing up. He pressed his groin against her stomach, proving he was more than ready physically to have sex. Something snapped in her brain and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to have him in her mouth. She imagined the feel of his hard shaft sliding in and out of her lips, but remained silent in her longing. His fingers pinched each nipple and Charlene’s knees nearly buckled from the sharp stab of pain that fired through her.
As Jake slowly twisted them, he ground his cock against her, turning her focus from the shooting pain to the empty ache below. She ground back against him, hoping to tempt him to end the charade and give them both what they needed. When he twisted further, he suckled her earlobe, entwining both the pleasure and pain receptors until she knew not which action hurt and which made her crave more.
His breath hissed through his teeth in shorter gasps, Charlene noted with some satisfaction. He was as worked up as she was, which meant he’d be inside her soon. Men didn’t hold out for very long in her experience, and he’d already broken some type of record she was sure. He growled as one hand shot up into her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her hard and long. His other hand pushed the thin damp material covering her sex and slipped between her pussy lips — revealing to them both exactly how excited she was.
Charlene gasped against Jake’s lips as his fingers expertly spread her and slid deep inside her dripping sheath. His grip on her hair kept her upright as his fingers slowly retreated from her heat. He pulled back from the kiss, but kept his face within an inch of hers. “Look at me, Charlie. Don’t close your eyes.”
Charlene’s eyes darted to his, this time seeing the hunger, the calm, the deliberateness reflected in them. He pulled her head further back bowing her back slightly, and stepped to the side, “What a picture you make, standing here with your clothes half off, just like a little slut.” He watched her face flush with embarrassment over the slut comment. When she tried to avert his penetrating stare, he tightened his grip and jerked her eyes back to his. “Don’t you dare turn away from me,” he snarled. His thrust three fingers in deep and held them there and turned them both until they faced the mirror. “Look at yourself, look at what a slut you are.” He pushed her head up until she saw her reflection. Shame and confusion stared back at him. “You want this don’t you? You want my fingers in your cunt. You like my fingers in your cunt, don’t you, you slut?”
When her mouth opened and closed, he started to fuck her slowly, watching her reflection, “Yes, you do, you slut. Feel your cunt grip my fingers — pulling them back in. You’re aching for me to fuck you, make you come, you want my cock inside you, don’t you, slut?” Still she didn’t answer, not because she didn’t know, but because all the confirmations racing through her mind sounded stupid and she couldn’t imagine saying them. She knew though she was blissfully powerless to stop him, and she didn’t want him to stop. She looked and felt like the slut he just said she was, but Heaven help her, this was incredible.
His long fingers wiggled inside her and she watched her body start to tremble. Her orgasm coiled up inside her at breakneck speed. He pulled back, leaving her panting and whimpering. “Oh no, slut. You’re not going to get off that easy, literally. I’m not done with you just yet. When you really need to come, you’ll beg me for it, and you won’t until you do. And…” he paused, gripping her head tight to his chest, “if you do before I let you, you’ll be punished.”
Charlene’s eyes opened wide as she thought of being put over his knee again. She could just tell him she’d had enough and then everything would go back to normal, but then his fingers started up again and she decided stopping wasn’t an option. Instead she watched the mirror with him. No longer embarrassed by her condition, she noticed the rise and fall of her chest, her swollen lips, and her breasts thrust upward — just aching for attention. Refusing to directly meet his eyes in the mirror, she knew he studied her as he continued to torment her sex with his fingers. Instead she let her eyes settle on the obvious bulge at his crotch and was surprised when her hips wantonly undulated against his hand.
“That’s it, slut. Give into it. You want my cock; I see your eyes focused on it. I see you licking your lips. Fuck my fingers, you slut. Show me how much you want my cock to fuck your sweet cunt,” he coaxed at her ear. His voice was soft and smooth, and her body responded without hesitation. Her hips bucked against his now pistoning fingers pulling her up to the peak. She panted and moved until she didn’t know who was fucking whom. When his thumb teasingly grazed over her clit, she nearly exploded from the contact alone, but he pulled away tauntingly.
Charlene’s eyes glazed over with need. “Please, Jake, don’t stop, please no.”
His reply was barely a whisper as he coaxed, “Tell me what you want, slut.”
“Oh G..god,” she murmured as he drove her closer to the edge.
“He’s not going to help you now. Tell me what you want, or I’ll give it to you anyway and then punish you.”
She panted frantically. Fearing she neared the point of no return and would be punished, she stopped thinking about whether she sounded stupid and blurted, “God, Jake, please let me come, please,” she whimpered. “Oh my God, please, please, please.”
The pitch of her voice escalated with each word until Jake thought the windows would shatter. Deciding that she begged enough for her first time, he relented and issued a one word command, “Come.”
Charlene screamed as her orgasm took hold. He didn’t let her stop with one, he pushed her screaming into a second before she started thrashing her head and sinking to the floor. In one swift motion, Jake scooped her up and deposited her unceremoniously on the bed. She landed with her arms still bound up in her blouse, her legs hung limply over the side. He yanked off each shoe and tossed it to the side, her jeans quickly followed.
He stood for a moment looking down at her disheveled state, admiring her beauty, smiling at her dazed and glazed eyes, “God you’re so beautiful right now.” He dropped to his knees and dragged her prim and proper cotton panties off her legs. Planting himself between her knees, he locked an arm around each thigh and pulled her dripping snatch right to his mouth. “I’m not done with you yet, my slut. We haven’t even begun.”
Charlene snapped into consciousness the second his mouth latched on to her. She arched her back and struggled to free her hands so she could bury them in his hair. “Oh God Jake, oh God Jake, you’re gonna make me come again. Oh God,” she screamed one last time before the spasms took her spiraling into ecstasy. Jake sucked her clit hard into his mouth, his tongue circled and flicked the nub until she locked her feet on the mattress and her hips rode high off the bed at the height of her orgasm. When she tried to pull away, his arms locked tighter — holding her to his mouth. She was as sweet as he thought she’d be, and he couldn’t get enough of her taste. With a growl, he lapped along her slit and in her folds until he felt her body tense and the next set of tremors begin. Finally, he thrust his tongue into her hole and fucked her until she cried out yet again and sucked the flood of juices he created.
He pulled back from her swollen fuck ready cunt, and pushed her thighs wide. With a quick flick of his wrist, he slapped her pussy lips, was rewarded immediately with a yelp and then watched her quiver and lock her thighs together. “Open them, now.”
Charlene tentatively spread her thighs. “Wider.” She spread them a bit more. “Wider.” In a moment of rebellion or brazenness, she wasn’t sure; she spread her thighs wide apart. Only then did she realize she put her most private area on full view. She closed her eyes to hide her embarrassment, only to have them snapped open again by a light tap on the cheek. “I told you to keep your eyes open, Charlene,” Jake said with a slight hint of warning. “Now you keep your thighs just as wide. Understood?”
Charlene nodded and murmured, “Yes, Jake.”
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
Charlene cleared her throat and almost yelled, “Yes, Jake!”
Jake’s smile appeared close to a sneer in Charlene’s eyes. That was it; he’d lost all respect for her. He did think she was a slut, a no good piece of meat to just order around and get his sick thrills from. Then she felt his finger slide into her again and she moaned. Well, if he was getting a sick thrill, what in the Hell could she say about herself for letting him, and getting off on it to boot?
Jake’s next words shocked her right into reality. “Do you have any toys around here?” His one finger fuck fluidly turned into two, causing Charlene’s mind to slip off his question. To bring her back to him, he reached down and pinched her clit between his fingertips and rolled it gently. “I asked you a question, slut.”
Charlene blinked, “Um, no. Not here.”
“At home then?”
Charlene nodded, feeling the slow heat of embarrassment crawl through to the surface.
“Tomorrow morning you’ll pack your two favorite toys and leave them here. Understood?”
“Yes, Jake. I understand,” she replied softly.
“Good girl,” he crooned as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her pussy. He looked down at her and smiled. “You have a beautiful cunt. Do you know that?”