by Lexi Noir
She moans. “Please, sir,” she begs and its like music to my ears.
“Tell me, little kitten, what do you want?”
“Harder, please sir, harder.” She’s grinding herself against my cock, trying to get off.
“None of that, little kitten. You’ll stay still or there’ll be no more.” My tone is harsh. “Only I will make you come, when I choose to. Your pleasure is mine, little kitten. I say when you get to come. I will be the one to bring you to the edge. Do you understand?” I need her to see how it will be between us. I'm not a monster; there are just some things that I need, and her total obedience is one of those things, along with the fact that she comes only from me. Whenever I want her too.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
I bring my hand down against her ass once again, this time harder than before, and her moan is long and drawn out. She’s enjoying this. “We are just getting to know one another; you are new to all of this. Tell me, little kitten, would you come back?”
I bring my hand down six more times before she can answer; these are more methodical, more in sync, getting harder and harder, there’s no let up in between. I’m finally showing her what she can expect.
“Oh, yes, sir. Please, can I come back?”
I kiss her lips and I’m pleased that she gives me access. My tongue sweeps in and I know that her taste is going to be something I don’t ever forget. “You’re a good little kitten,” I praise her. There’s no tears, just lust and need.
“You’re soaking wet, little kitten; I can feel your juices on my cock.”
“Yes, sir, please, sir.” She’s begging, she’s close, her body wound tight.
“What do you want?” I ask, needing her to tell me what happens next.
“Can I have…” She cuts off and shakes her head.
“LIttle kitten.” My tone is stern as I bring my hand down onto her ass cheek once again. They’re red from my hand; I can’t help but stare at my masterpiece. I did that. It’s like a mark of ownership. “You have to tell me what you want. I will not take from you unless you’re absolutely sure.”
She nods. “Please sir, can I have your cock? I want, no need, you to fuck me. I ache for you.”
I rise with her in my arms and bend her over the bench. I want to look at my masterpiece as I fuck her. “Little kitten, are you on the pill?” I really should have broached this conversation before we got to this point.
“Yes, sir. I’m clean, I had my medical last month, and haven’t been with anyone since.”
Fuck, she’s open and honest. Good.
“I’m clean; we get tested. Can I fuck you bareback? I can grab a condom if you’d prefer.”
She shakes her head, “No, please fuck me bare. Please, sir.” She’s begging yet again and my cock starts to leak with pre-cum.
I’m not sure why I sigh in relief. I’ve never taken a woman bareback before. The thought had never crossed my mind before, not until her.
I run my cock against her slit. Her juices flow and I smile; this is going to be fucking amazing. I enter her in one swift movement and still when I’m engulfed by her warm heat. Damn, the walls of her pussy squeeze my cock. “I should take this slow, but I can’t.”
“Please, sir. Please fuck me.”
I piston in and out of her like a man possessed. It’s hard and fast, the grip she has on the bench has her knuckles turning white, but the screams of pleasure tell me just how much she’s enjoying this.
I bring my hand down against her ass cheek, the redness brightens and I smile when she cries out. “Do not come,” I demand and she shakes beneath my touch as I continue to fuck her at a relentless pace.
“Be a good little kitten and wait until I tell you to come.” It’s not going to be long; I’m ready to explode myself. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
My balls start to tighten as tingles spread throughout my body. I move my hand from her hip to around her stomach and hold on to tight. My strokes are long and deep. I’m fucking her with more passion than I ever have with anyone else before her.
I bring my hand down against her ass. “Come, little kitten,” I growl and she detonates around my cock, her pussy walls clamping around my cock and I roar as I release inside of her, my cum coming in long thick spurts.
Once I’m finished, I pull out of her, our juices mixed together drip down our legs but I couldn’t give a fuck. I sit down and pull her onto my lap and comfort her. That was an intense first session and she fucking exceeded far better than I could have ever thought.
“You did really good, little kitten. I’d reward you, but you need time to rest and to recover. The next time we’re here, I’ll reward you.”
She snuggles against my chest, a smile playing on her lips. “Thank you, sir.”
I kiss her head; the urge to lay claim to her is strong but I can’t, won’t do that. Not just yet. There’s something about this woman that has gotten to me from the get go.
Twenty minutes later and I’m helping her get dressed. Once we’re done, I take her hand and lead her from the room and toward the club’s exit. “Little kitten, I’m taking you home.” My tone brokes no arguments and thankfully, I think she’s worn out as she doesn’t argue.
She gives me instructions to her apartment and I walk up with her, keeping my hand in hers the entire time. She lets me into her apartment and I don’t look around, now isn’t the time. “Are you okay?” I ask as I cup her jaw.
She nods. “Yes, thank you.”
Good, she’s not calling me sir here. “Good.” I reach into my pocket and pull out the ointment that I took from my car. “Go get changed and I’ll rub this into your ass. Please don’t argue with me, not tonight. I just want to take care of you before I leave.”
She gets changed and returns within minutes. I lead her to the sofa and lie her down; she’s wearing flannel pajama pants and I pull them down past her ass and rub the ointment in. To me, there’s nothing sexual about this. This is just me taking care of my woman.
“There you go. This will help with the sting. You may need to put some more on in the morning. I’ll leave it here for you.”
She glances at the tube of ointment and nods. “Thank you.”
“Do you have any questions? Anything to say?” I ask, once we’re finished, I’ll leave her be for the evening. As much as I’d love to stay I know that she wouldn’t allow that.
“Logan,” she began softly, “I loved what we did tonight and I want to do it again. But this…” She points between me and her, “can’t happen outside the club.”
I nod. “That’s fine, Emmeline. You’re mine for as long as this arrangement lasts. You’ll be my guest at the club and you’ll only attend when I’m there. I’m happy for you to act as though what happens in the club doesn’t when we’re outside the club. But I’ll be damned if I have to share you with anyone else.”
I’m furious, pissed that she’s putting distance between us already. I’m taking what she’s throwing at me because I know that she’s scared. I’ll get my way; I always do.
“No one at work can know about this.” She’s pleading with me. Is she ashamed?
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Emmeline, my personal business is just that, personal. I do not share what I do with others. What I do in my own time is my own business. Don’t worry, what we do at the club will not interfere with our work.” I move so that I’m leaning over her and crash my lips against hers. I push my tongue past her closed lips and devour her mouth.
I pull away and straighten my clothing. Emmeline is panting and I know that she wants more. “Don’t forget the ointment,” I tell her and turn on my heel. “If you want to go to the club tomorrow, let me know,” I say as I reach the door. I don’t wait for an answer and leave.
Once I’m back in my car, I’m able to breathe. Tonight at the club was the most intense scene I’d ever done and it wasn’t even hardcore. Emmeline gets to me like no other. Yet, I’m not sure what’s going to happen between us
. All I know is that I want a repeat of what happened tonight. A lot of repeats.
Chapter 6
Emme
As soon as the door closes behind me, I lean against the door, holding my breath until I hear the door downstairs close. After sliding to the floor, against the door, I stare into space. What the hell happened tonight?
I’ve never thought about my sexual tendencies before. I thought sex happened in the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, even outside, but I never thought I would ever have sex in a club, where people could potentially see me. Who the hell was I last night?
I’m confused. I don’t know whether to go to bed and dream of Logan and what he did to me, or go and have a bath or shower and wash the dirty sex off me. My ass hurts as I’m sit here and I know I need to go to bed and process what happened. I loved it. I loved him spanking me. Does that make me kinky? I shake my head. No; Ember is kinky, not me.
I get up and have a quick shower and then flop down onto the bed. How can things go back to normal tomorrow at work? Will I be able to see Logan and not think about his thick cock ramming into me? Even the thought of it now makes me clench my pussy.
When I’m in bed, my phone beeps with a message. It’s Ember.
Ember: I take it you got home okay. We need to catch up tomorrow. I want to know what happened to you and that sexy hunk of a man. I saw him taking you into a room. Then I saw him bringing you out later. #ClubTemptationRocks
Emme: I’m home and yes we can talk tomorrow. I need to process what happened on my own for a while.
Ember: As long as you’re okay and not feeling dirty or wrong, then it’s all good.
Emme: I’m good. I don’t feel those things. It was amazing.
Throwing my phone on my nightstand, I lay down. Pictures of Logan with no clothes on rushing through my head. I’m sure I can feel him thrusting into me. My hands reach down between my legs. When I rub between my legs and hit my clit, my body bucks off the bed. I’m so sensitive I think I could come in seconds.
Pushing a finger inside me, I pump it in and out and rub my clit with my spare hand. Oh my God, when I close my eyes I see the intensity on Logan’s face. His deep voice rumbles through me as he tells me not to come. I can feel the orgasm building and for some reason, I can’t get my release. But when I open my eyes and visualize him in front of me, watching me pumping my fingers in and rubbing my clit, I imagine him telling me to come. It’s almost instantaneous. I explode around my finger and my heart rate picks up. Withdrawing my finger, I lay down listening to the beat, beat, beat of my heart.
If I wanted to forget what happened tonight, then I’m fighting a losing battle. I don’t think I can just wash Logan out of my mind. He’s something special.
The alarm is beeping really loud and I roll over and turn it off. When I roll back onto my back, looking at the ceiling, my ass smarts on the mattress. This brings back the flood of memories from the night before. A big smile crosses my face. I got well and truly fucked last night and I loved it.
As I shower, it’s hard not to touch myself. I haven’t had sex in a while and last night set my nerve endings on fire. I’m hypersensitive and want to come again, but I need to get to work and concentrate. I’m blaming Logan for getting me worked up.
When I get into work, everyone else is there. I check my schedule and see that I have a meeting in the afternoon and Logan is attending. Fuck. How do I act with him? I hope he doesn’t say anything that gives away what we did last night. Now I’m freaking out. I know that I need to be professional and he won't give the game away. He promised.
I’m busy today and the day disappears before I know it. When I’m called to collect Logan from reception, my body is on fire. Just the thought of being stood next to him is messing with my body. Fuck. It’s amazing how one night can make such a difference. I know he’s good looking but I would never have slept with him and put my career in danger for him.
“Hey, Emmeline,” he says with his smooth voice. I feel his eyes raking my body and when I look into them I can see the lust behind them. He’s finding this as difficult as I am. Good. It might help us get through the afternoon.
“Afternoon, Logan. Follow me, the conference room is just being set up.” I walk ahead of him, not wanting to look at him, but knowing he is starring as my ass I give it an extra sway. I’m sure I hear him groan just as I stop at the meeting room and open the door.
I stand back and I am sure as he walks in past me his pinkie finger rubs against my skirt right where my pussy is. My eyes flick to his and there’s fire in them.
Mollie turns and smiles when she sees Logan. Ah, she’s attracted to him. Like who wouldn’t be?
“Morning, Logan. Do you want your usual coffee?” She smiles at him and he nods his head.
“That would be great. Thanks, Mollie.”
“Emme? Do you want one too?”
“That would be great, thanks, Mollie.” She leaves the room and closes the door behind her. I can’t breathe. Being in the same room as Logan is bringing back lots of emotions from last night.
I sit down. I need time to breathe.
“Are you okay, Emmeline?” He’s concerned and then I feel him walking toward me.
“Please don’t come any closer. I’m okay. I’m…”
He chuckles. “It’s okay. I feel the same. I knew today was going to be hard, seeing you and not being able to touch you.”
“It’s not that. I want to submit to you, like I did last night, but it’s so against my normal ways.”
I feel the chair next to me being pulled out. Then I feel the heat off his body as he leans in toward my ear. “I don’t want you to submit in here, I want you to be feisty, powerful, and know what you want. That turns me on as much as you handing your body over to me last night.”
Just hearing him telling me that I turn him on is nearly too much for me. I stand abruptly. “I need to go to my office and grab my stuff. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He smiles and I hear him laugh quietly. “You can’t run from me, Emmeline.”
“I don’t want to,” I say as I walk out of the room. Back in my office I close the door and lean against it, trying to calm my breathing.
I need to remember what pissed me off about him yesterday. I need that fire in my belly because at the moment the fire is a bit further south than that.
When I know that Peter is safely in the conference room, I walk in with my head in the air and my self-confidence back. “Afternoon, gentlemen.” I nod at Mollie and take a seat away from Logan.
“Afternoon,” he says and I can feel the timbre of his voice rushing through me. This is going to be so difficult.
“Did you have a chance to think about our proposal yesterday?” he asks, staring at me.
Peter looks at me to answer. I take a deep breath. “We did look at it and we think that it’s ridiculous. Your client can’t demand that amount of money. He doesn’t have a leg to stand on, and our offer was very generous. Does your client really want to go to court? If he does then he won’t get half of what we offered.”
“My client definitely wants to go to court if we can’t settle out of court. But does it really have to go that far?” He’s staring at me and I want to hit him and at the same time I want to fuck him on this table, now, in front of everyone. What is wrong with me? I shake my head and sit down. I need to take a sip of my coffee to take time to think.
After an hour of arguing, Peter stands up. “I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere today. Logan, I’ll have a look over this offer with Emme, then we’ll get back to you. I’m sure we can compromise somewhere.”
I’m seething. I know Peter’s my boss, but please don’t undermine me in front of anyone. Especially not Logan.
Logan looks to me in anticipation. I know he thinks that Peter just undermined me and it feels like a test. I would normally stand up to him but with Logan looking at me like that I don’t know what to do.
His eyes flare and I can feel him telling me not to back do
wn. Be the strong woman that he knows I am.
“Logan, Peter, there is no compromise. The offer is our final offer.” I stand and walk to the door. “You know how to get hold of me when your client sees sense.” With that I walk out of the door and close it behind me.
When I’m in my office, I slump in my chair. I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson and I lost. A few minutes later, there’s a knock at my door and when I call them in, Logan walks in and closes the door.
“Don’t let that old man bring you down, Emme. You’re stronger than that. Don’t let what happened last night stop you from fighting me when you know you’re right. I love it when you’re feisty. My cock was hard at the end.”
“Logan! Don’t talk like that in my office.” I freak out, checking the phone to make sure the speaker into Mollie’s office isn’t on.
“I’m just giving you some friendly advice. Now, I need a release tonight. I am so sexually frustrated right now, seeing you in that tight skirt; waggling your hips from side to side in front of me was especially naughty. Do you want to go to the club tonight?”
His words have me wound up and I know that I want that more than anything. “Yes, I do.”
“I’ll pick you up at nine so you don’t have time to change your mind.” He smiles at me.
“I won’t change my mind. I need a release too. Now get the fuck out of my office and work on your client accepting my offer.” I sit down and open up my computer and pretend to read something on the screen.
“I’m dismissed then,” he says, then lowers his voice. “I’ll punish you for that tonight. Think of me and what my hands can do and don’t even think about coming before you come to the club. I want to watch you detonate under my fingers, or even my tongue.”
He turns and walks out the room. My heart is racing and all I want to do is reach down and rub out an orgasm. But that’s unprofessional. But more than that, he asked me not to.
Logan Tate has gotten to me. I’m screwed.