Whatever strange world he had was not for me.
Then why was I being offered an opportunity to be part of it?”
“I have given it more thought,” I said, steadying myself against his chest. “And I think I’d like to accept. But on one condition,” I added.
“Anything you want,” he reiterated, setting my panties on fire. “Anything.”
“I thought you said we were going to be friends,” I said, backing away from him slowly. “Do friends usually corner each other in strange rooms in strange bars?”
“This is my bar, babe. This is my room. I can do whatever I want. All you have to say is no. All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, and you can walk out. And you can still work for me and we can pretend none of this ever happened.”
I kept walking backwards, keeping a steady eye on him. My footing faltered as I bumped into the wall behind me, my hands slipping against the glass of the mirror.
“Of course,” he said, “one of the benefits of working for me is that you’ll have access to my program.”
My back was up against the wall, and I gazed up into his flashing, clear blue eyes. He pushed his body against mine, his crotch against me, and I could feel that he was hard - and big.
“I don’t think you ever fully explained your program to me,” I said, breathlessly.
“I’m what they call a benefactor,” he said. “I have a lot of money that I inherited, and I help people get things they want.”
“That’s very charitable of you.”
“It’s not charity. I select people who need something, and I make it happen. I don’t want it to ever be public, because I don’t want greedy people involved. These are people who need the money. Who want it for good things. I don’t need anyone or anything bad in my life.”
He slipped his fingers around my wrists and held them there, closing in tight on me. The massive hardon in his pants pushed against me firmly, dragging across the front of my skirt.
“That’s why I want you to be involved. You’ve got a good heart and a good head on your shoulders. I want you.”
His hands loosened up on my wrists a little and slowly moved up my arms. He held the tops of my arms tight and I leaned up, our mouths crashing together like frenzied waves in the ocean. A storm set off in my mind and my heart.
I should never have gotten on that elevator when I did. I had invited this by asking questions.
Mr. Stone pushed my arms above my head and spun me around so I was face to face with myself in the mirror. I looked past my own reflection to see him behind me, pushing my skirt up around my waist and pulling down the lace thong I’d worn so it wouldn’t show through my skirt.
He pushed my hands flat against the mirror above my head as his mouth descended upon my neck, sucking and flicking against the delicate skin, nibbling all the way from my collarbone up to my earlobe.
“Ohh, that feels so good,” I moaned, my pussy now soaked and aching for his touch.
He pushed his hand between my legs and dragged his fingers across my clit, flicking it with his thumb each time he pumped two fingers in and out of me.
“That what you want, baby?” he moaned into my ear from behind me.
“Yes,” I said, my breath coming faster and faster.
“No, it isn’t. That’s not what you want. You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Y...yes. I do.”
“Say it,” he commanded, smacking me hard on the ass.
My eyes popped open when his hand came down on my bare flesh. I felt a hard jolt in my clit, and a smile crept across my face.
“I want it,” I said, begging.
“I told you to say you want my cock. Don’t make me spank you again,” he growled into my ear.
“I want your cock,” I said dutifully.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, keeping my hands restrained above my head and undoing his belt and pants quickly with one hand behind me, the sound of a condom wrapper tearing.
I’d never been that vulnerable before, that exposed. My pussy dripped with hot want for him, and he pushed the tip of my cock up against my clit, swiping it back and forth.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, closing my eyes and tilting my head back as the room spun around me.
“You want me to give it to you, don’t you?” he taunted, slipping my clit around this tip of his prick, teasing my opening with a hint of his thickness.
“Yes, I do. Please.”
I’d never begged before, but it was exhilarating.
“Say it like you mean it,” he moaned, making eye contact with me in the mirror.
“Please fuck me,” I said. “I need it.”
“If you keep talking dirty like that, I’m going to go off right here on your clit,” he growled.
“Don’t. Put it in me. Please. Now.”
I pushed my ass out to him and tried to free one of my hands to guide him inside, but I couldn’t move. He grabbed the base of his cock with his free hand and smacked my clit a few times, driving me higher and higher.
“You think you can take all of it, baby?”
“Yeah. Please.”
He pushed his cock straight up into my tight pussy, and I spread my legs wide to accommodate how big he was. Now that he was inside me, I felt embarrassed by how I’d begged for it. I felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t, something that wasn’t at all like me.
Sleep with my new boss on the day of my interview? What the hell was wrong with me?
But then why did it feel so right to be doing what I was doing? It felt like pure power, pure control, everything that I wanted and looked for. Power over my surroundings, control over myself and my desires.
Mr. Stone wrapped both of his strong hands around my wrists and rode me from behind, fucking me hard and fast and relentlessly.
“I knew I had to have you the first time I saw your face. Before today. God, I’ve been thinking about this for a week. You were so beautiful.”
He feasted upon me, leaving a trail of kisses along the back of my neck, and worked his way down my spine. He touched me in places I’d never felt, and went deeper than anyone ever had.
I sharpness of white ecstasy came closer and closer as he slammed himself deeper and deeper, harder and faster, restraining me with one hand until he let go of one of my wrists.
“I need to touch you,” he said, bringing one hand down to my clit and securing my arms above my head again. “I need to rub that little clit of yours until you come all over my hard cock. I need to feel your pussy come with me buried deep inside you. You think you can do that for me?”
“Y...yes,” I panted, my body racing toward a white-hot orgasm.
Two of his fingers spread my lips open while a third rubbed my clit. He keep his cock moving in and out of me, but slowed down to focus on my clit.
“Next time I’m going to put my tongue on it and lap up all your sweet juices,” he said, moving his hand away from my pussy and thrusting his fingers into my mouth. I sucked on his fingers desperately, kissing them, feeling the tingle of our sex on my lips.
“I’m going to come,” I cried out longingly.
“Don’t you dare come without my permission,” he said, dragging his fingers across my clit slowly, teasing me toward my orgasm. “You have to beg for it. Just like you begged for my cock. You have to beg to come. Your orgasms belong to me now, baby.”
“Please,” I begged. “I can’t take it anymore.”
My clit was on fire, and the pain of being kept on the edge was wrecking my brain. I needed to come, and my body writhed in pleasure and pain, my hips bucking against his thrusts, needy and wanting.
“Say it like you mean it,” he said. “I don’t believe you.”
“Make me come. Please. Please,” I cried. “My orgasm belongs to you. Please let me have it.”
“Good girl,” he said, fixing his fingers to my clit with the perfect pressure and speed to bring me to an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried
out, the room spinning around me, my eyes closed shut and my mouth open in sweet pleasure.
“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he said.
I did as he commanded, and saw his eyes filled with hunger as his cock spasmed deep inside me. His brows furrowed and his mouth came down upon my delicate neck, the skin hot and wet with sweat.
We stayed like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of the strangest and best sexual encounter of my life.
Scratch that. This was the strangest thing I’d ever done, sexual or not.
“You’re still coming to the office on Monday, right?” he said, pulling out of me and placing a few kisses on my shoulders.
“Yeah,” I said, pulling up my panties and fixing my skirt. “You thought I changed my mind about working for you?”
“Not at all. I thought maybe you wanted to get a jump on your work and start tomorrow, instead,” he said. “Just joking. Take a few days to recover from what just happened, and remember that there’s much more of that to come.
I steadied myself. More? I suppose I had just entered a willing relationship with my boss. Considering how strangely the entire morning had gone, I guess this wasn’t the weirdest thing that had actually happened.
No, begging for a stranger’s cock was the weirdest thing that had happened.
But then again, this wasn’t really a stranger. Not technically. We’d been chatting over email for the past several days.
We made our way out of the mirrored room and back through the red room, where people were in various stages of undress. I said goodbye to Mr. Stone and Brad and showed myself out through the hallway, taking the elevator up one floor to the street level, and waved goodbye to the kind doorman as I left.
I realized that I hadn’t checked my phone all morning, and when I took it out, I had a text from my best friend.
Hey, how’d it go? You get the job?
What the hell had I just gotten myself into?
Yeah, it went great. I got it!
I shot her a text back. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain what my job was going to entail.
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