Authors: Astrid Lee Donovan
Reese had stopped breathing, her mouth dropping open as he spoke, his words curling in her brain like wisps of smoke, fragrant and mysterious.
“And you want to know what it would be like,” he continued, “to feel the things I can make you feel.”
With that, he reached out and brushed a strand of fallen hair from her face, letting his fingers linger along her cheek, the slightest contact lighting her body on fire. Her nipples tightened, her pussy tingled. Unconsciously, she leaned her face into his hand, feeling his palm cup her skin, his soft fingers curling around her chin and holding her tight.
When he moved a step closer, their bodies were pressed together, and his other hand moved up her shirt, caressing the sensitive skin of her stomach before plunging downward, under her shorts, under her panties, to the folds of her sex. She gasped, eyes widening, as he expertly found her clit, already slightly swollen, and held it gently between two fingers, rubbing ever so slightly.
“But you should know, Ms. Sherman,” he said, his voice a dusky whisper in the large room. “I’m a man who likes things a very certain way. And if you want to find out exactly what it’s like to be pleasured beyond all reason, all thought…”
His fingers moved faster against her clit, rubbing both sides, his eyes never leaving hers, her pussy growing damp and slippery with his movements.
“You’re going to have to let me be in charge. In every…”
He rubbed faster, and Reese’s stomach flipped, her knees shaking, a great need rising in her stomach.
“single…”
She felt her pussy clenching on itself, her breasts craving his touch, her throat opening in a soundless cry, the need rising and rising…
“way.”
His thumb rolled over her clit and she exploded, her pussy releasing a flood of juices as she trembled and fell forward against him, her arms landing on his sculpted chest, her body awash in waves of pleasure. He held her tight as her orgasm waned, then pulled away, leaving her speechless and swaying. Pulling his wet fingers from her slit, he pressed them to her lips and she opened them mindlessly, sucking her own nectar from his hand while still entranced in his gaze.
“If you think you can handle that,” he growled, pulling away entirely now and turning to leave once more. “My door is always open.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving Reese stunned and stoned with pleasure, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Reese was caught staring at his door again.
“You know, he’s not in again today, so you don’t have to worry,” Mandy said knowingly, though what she thought she knew was far from the truth. “He’s not ignoring you because you’re on your way out or anything.”
Reese smiled, taking the papers that Mandy held out to her.
“What a relief,” she said. “No news isn’t always good news.”
She was more than happy to play along, all the better for keeping her true feelings in check.
Mr. Callion had been out for two days; she hadn’t asked where, not wanting to appear too interested in his business. She’d come in the Monday after their encounter in the studio with a stomach full of knots, wondering exactly how awkward it would be to bring him his morning coffee. But, steaming beverage in hand, she’d found the door locked, only to have Mandy tell her she could relax a bit that day.
Somehow, she’d felt worse about him
not
being there than she had about facing him again.
She’d spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday in something of a daze, her cheeks flushing whenever she thought about what he’d done to her, her mind delving deeper and deeper into the fantasies she’d been having. Now that she knew that her suspicions about his bedroom behavior were true, her imagination had run wild with it – and the more she thought about it, the more she felt herself aching to have it.
But how? Could she really, truly, bring herself to just march into his office and disrobe and let him take her? Let him do whatever he wanted? Let him bring her again and again to that edge of pleasure? The mere thought of offering herself to him seemed daunting.
Her computer dinged. A new e-mail popped up in her inbox. The subject read “Scholarship”, and it was from the company’s PR department. Heart skipping a beat, she opened it and read the words. Then read them again.
It was, indeed, an offer to apply for a new scholarship; open only to employees, it promised a full ride to a school of the recipient’s choice, to be given on the merit of a portfolio of artistic works.
The winning portfolio will be chosen by Mr. Callion himself. This scholarship is our company’s way of ensuring that the spirit of artistic pursuit may prevail…
Immediately, Reese downloaded and printed out the application. She wondered if any other employees would even bother entering; already, she began to think about which of her pieces would go into her portfolio.
With something to distract her for the remainder of the day, Reese could finally stop wondering about where Mr. Callion was, and when he would return, and what – if anything – she would do when he did.
The next morning, Reese prepared his usual coffee and went to his office door, half expecting it to be locked. When it swung open, her breath caught in her throat. Now, she’d have to look him in the eye, have to take in his handsome face, have to play it cool even though the memory of his hands on her still brought a heat to her flesh and blood.
Gulping, she entered, only to stop dead in her tracks. He was there, behind the desk, staring at his computer screen. His eyes barely flicked over her as the door shut with a click. She’d forgotten, in those few days, how attractive he was – and now that she knew what he could do to her, it was like staring into the sun. She crept across the room, heart fluttering, and placed the cup of coffee in front of him.
“Good morning,” she squeaked. Her eyes drifted to a stack of papers beside his keyboard; to her surprise, they seemed to be applications, identical to the one she’d filled out the day before. Apparently, she
did
have some competition.
“Is there something I can help you with, Ms. Sherman?” he asked grumpily, grabbing the coffee and taking a sip, his body language impatient. Reese could barely believe that the man before her was the same one who’d brought her to climax only a few days prior. She pointed at the pile of papers.
“People already got those in?” she asked. His eyes followed her finger then drifted back to her, impassive.
“It’s a great opportunity. People are interested,” he said, turning back to the computer screen. “I wouldn’t wait much longer if I were you. The deadline is next Monday.”
“Oh,” Reese said, feeling foolish. Why was he acting like this? Like nothing had happened between them? He’d said his door was always open – would he have acted like this if she’d come in and immediately told him she was ready? Would he
ever
just be…normal?
“I wouldn’t expect to receive this scholarship based on our mutual attraction, Ms. Sherman,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. Her cheeks flamed red. “But you
are
a strong candidate.”
“Oh,” she said again, wishing she felt more confident, less like an old piece of rubber. Mr. Callion set his coffee down on the table before looking up at her with expectant impatience.
“Is that all?” he asked. “I’m rather busy today.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, nearly tripping over herself to leave the large, well-lit office. She felt panicky and absurdly nervous, and hoped no one else could tell.
Screw him,
she thought suddenly, that panic turning to anger. How could he treat her like that and ever expect her to come to him the way he clearly wanted her to? That wasn’t how human relationships worked! Well, whatever; she’d submit her application and portfolio and let him decide what to do. He’d said that he didn’t expect anything of her, that she’d have an equal chance at the scholarship regardless of his desire for her.
So what was she doing, wasting her time on unfulfillable desires, when she could be getting that money? Determined, she finished her work for the day at breakneck speed, then took half the day off to go to the studio and photograph the pieces she planned on submitting for the scholarship.
He flipped through sheet after sheet of doodles, poems, watercolors, strange kinetic sculptures and quasi-artistic abstract paintings. A handful of people had applied for the scholarship, but they needn’t have. He already knew, from the moment he’d seen Reese’s work that she was the one he wanted to pick.
It had been a long time since he’d seen art that showed as much promise as hers, and after hearing that it was only finances that held her back, he felt honored to be able to remove that obstacle. He was wealthy beyond belief, and it would cost him no more than pocket change to pay for her education.
The fact that her small, curvy body and beautiful wide eyes made him want to eat her alive was just a coincidence.
And if receiving the scholarship compelled her to show her gratitude in a way that transcended a thank you note, so be it.
He closed his eyes, letting the papers fall back on his desk. The announcement would be sent out the following day. It was dark, the lights of the city glittering around him through the windows. Drumming his fingers against his desk, he thought of what he might do if the young girl
did
decide to act on the passions he saw hiding behind her eyes whenever they met.
He could almost hear the way her heart raced, could feel the way her body temperature spiked, smell her arousal…he thought of the way her tongue darted out to lick her lips, subconsciously; her cheeks turning red. He thought of the way she’d let him touch her, releasing under his fingers, swaying into him.
He felt his cock hardening the more he thought of her; he wanted her. Not in the way he wanted any of the fly-by-night women who came and went. He wanted her because, although she didn’t know it, she wanted the same thing he did. She wouldn’t just be doing it as a way to get closer to him or his money. He could see, in her art and in her eyes; that desire to submit, to be controlled; to give someone else the power.
He would have to take it easy at first, of course. She would have to warm up to his ways. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize about her luscious, plump ass reddening under his hand as he spanked it, hearing her little cries of pleasure and pain as he taunted and teased the flesh with slaps of varying force.
At first, she’d only feel pain, but then, the more he played with her, the more she would find the sensation pleasurable…unbearably so. Her skin would itch and tingle for more, her slit growing damp as he bent her over his desk, punishing her flesh while rewarding her lust. And while she squirmed and moaned, eventually pushing back to meet each slap, he’d slip his fingers into her wet slit, feel her readiness, slick and warm against his hand.
Only when she begged, as loudly as he wanted her to, for him to fuck her, to slip himself inside her and take her, would he let her feel his cock stretching her, filling her, until she came against him, shuddering and bucking, milking his cock…
…
with my hands tied above my head,
she thought, alone in her bedroom, her mind unable to resist those dark places that called to her in the night, the places she’d only just discovered, where she realized what freedom was, what passion was, what desire truly was.
He’d bite at my neck, his hips above mine, his hands holding me down, firm and hard, no matter how I squirmed or begged, his cock sliding against my clit, rubbing me until I’d do anything just to come…
…or maybe he’d make her earn her climax more, shove his cock deep into her throat, make her suck him until she gagged, while she played with herself, waiting to come until he said so, keeping herself on edge until she would break from desire…
…spread-eagled on a bed, tied so tight it hurts, as his tongue teases me…
His hand closed over his own cock, pumping furiously, the image of Reese’s body opened for him, quivering from need from him as her mouth called his name. Reese’s fingers rolled over her own clit, her thighs pressed tight together. Miles away, they lost themselves in thoughts of each other, both left spent and drained; more sure than ever that there would never be any way to escape those thoughts, those desires…unless something happened.
Reese checked herself in the mirror. She’d worn her shortest pencil skirt and tightest blazer. She wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath the pantyhose. She’d made a decision. The day before, she’d received the e-mail that informed her she’d received the scholarship. He’d come through, after all; it was all official and no matter what they did from here on out, it wouldn’t affect it one bit.
So now there was no guilt in her finally succumbing, finally giving in to the desire that throbbed inside her each time she saw him. The dark curiosity that drove her, night after night, to imagine what he meant when he said he wanted control. The aching need in her pussy that remained even after she’d pleasured herself to thoughts of him.
That day, no matter what, she was going to find out exactly what was inside her that made her knees quiver and heart race when she thought of Mr. Callion doing unspeakable things to her. It was like he’d woken up some beast inside her, and now she felt he was the only one who might be able to quiet it. Though it did occur to her, as well, that there might be no quieting it, no matter how she tried…
The drive into work with her father was far more awkward than usual, for obvious reasons. She’d told her parents the night before about the scholarship, and they’d been disappointed but accepting. They still thought that going to college for art was a waste of time, but now that it was paid for they didn’t have much of an option but to support the decision. She could feel her father’s disappointment still; he’d been so proud of his young, corporate-ladder-climbing daughter.
If only he knew,
she thought, blushing as she looked out the window. That very day, while he labored a few floors down, she would be offering his boss anything he could possibly want from her body. While her father led a meeting on corporate policies, she’d be meeting with Mr. Callion on the most intimate of terms.
Reese prepared Mr. Callion’s coffee as usual, though her heart raced and a cold sweat broke out across her body each time she thought of how she had prepared herself for him, shaving herself for the first time so she would be smooth for his touch. As her hand hovered over his door handle, she gave herself one last chance to change her mind.
And then she went inside.
Creeping up to the desk, she put the coffee down in front of him. He glanced at it, then at her, apparently not noticing the extra blush in her cheeks or the quiver of her breast over her rapidly beating heart.
“Mr. Callion,” she said, voice soft. Coughing, she urged herself to be bolder. “I wanted to thank you for - for selecting me…for the scholarship.”
“You were the best candidate,” he said, giving her a cursory glance before turning back to his computer.
“No,” she said, breathless once more. “I mean…I want to thank you.”
Finally, his attention drew completely to her. His eyes gleamed with realization, then darkened as he folded his hands across the desk before her, leaning in slightly.
“I didn’t give it to you in exchange for anything,” he said, but his eyes swallowed her up, told her he wouldn’t refuse.
“I know,” she said, lips trembling. “I…know.”
Mr. Callion looked her up and down, a glint in his eye, a smirk on his lips.
“Very well, then,” he said, and pulled open a drawer under his desk. Reese leaned forward slightly, dying of curiosity to see what he’d pull out. But he clicked his tongue, and shook his head.
“Turn around,” he said. Reese bit her lip;
this is really happening now,
she thought, heart starting to race.
Now is your last chance to leave before things…
He sensed her hesitation, and half closed the drawer.
“If you have any misgivings, Ms. Sherman, now would be the time to tell me,” he said. She wilted slightly under his demanding gaze. “I won’t move forward until I know that you understand that what happens from here on out happens under my control.”
“What…what are you going to do?” she squeaked, eyes widening. He smiled again, devious and dark.
“Pleasure you,” he growled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”
His words drove a sharp shiver down her spine.
Oh God,
she thought.
What am I doing here, I can’t do this, this is…my father is right downstairs and…
…and I’ll never be satisfied until I figure out what this is,
she thought with startling clarity. It was true. It was now or never. She could give in to her curiosity, to her passions…or walk away, and wonder for the rest of her life what would have happened if she stayed.
Slowly, she turned around, her heart in her throat. Mr. Callion pulled the drawer open once more and she heard the faint sound of rummaging, then, the sound of his chair rolling across the floor, and the soft thudding of his footsteps. Her flesh tingled, sweat forming under her tight blazer. When she felt his hands on the back of her neck, she nearly jumped out of her skin, and as he moved her hair to one side, leaning down to kiss the back of one ear, stroking the flesh with his tongue, it was all she could do not to collapse.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands coming around, expertly finding the button of her blazer and undoing it. Reese whimpered as he slid it off, her nipples tightening. Next to go was her camisole; she lifted her arms up, feeling his fingers graze her bare flesh as he pulled it up, his mouth continuing to kiss along her chin and the back of her neck, each point of contact lighting a fire in her. Her bra clasped in the front, and as he undid it, leaving her nude from the waist up, she moaned, his hands lingering over her chest, thumbs just barely grazing her hard nipples.
She leaned back slightly, feeling his hard chest against her back, but his hands came suddenly to her shoulders, holding her tight. When he ran his hands downwards, clasping both wrists at last, he tugged hard, wrenching her hands behind her back. The cool feeling of silk against her fevered skin, and then a sudden tightening; he’d tied her hands together behind her back, the knot tight. Experimentally, she tested it, and found it constrained her well.
“Take off your shoes,” he whispered, and she did, kicking them to the side.
Her heart raced once more as his hands dropped to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall in a pool around her ankles; he tugged downward at her pantyhose, and she shimmied slightly, until finally she was entirely naked. He growled into her ear, hands on her hips, holding tight.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “Until I’m done with you.”
The words made her stomach flip, and she felt herself getting wet at the idea of being his property for as long as he wanted her. Suddenly, she felt herself spun around, chest-to-chest with him, his green eyes possessive, demanding, entrancing as they gazed down at hers. His hand came to her chin and lifted her face further upwards, forcing her onto her tiptoes, their lips meeting.
His breath was soft and gentle in her throat, their tongues meeting slowly, and he gripped her waist, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. Slowly, he pulled her backward towards the desk. Over his shoulder; Reese realized that soon, they would be in front of the wide, clear window; if anyone was looking upwards from the nearby high-rises, they might be able to make out their figures, her body exposed to all of Manhattan.
When they finally reached the other side of the desk, he released her and sat in his chair, looking at her naked and bound form, backlit from the windows. Reese bit her lip, trying to be patient but already feeling the need forming in her stomach, her vulnerable position turning her on more than she’d ever imagined.
“Get on your knees,” he growled. She complied immediately, dropping onto her knees. When he beckoned further, she crawled forward awkwardly, trying to keep her balance though her hands were tied, staring up at him. She could see the hard outline of his cock through his pants and felt her pussy tingling; it looked huge from its outline, and she’d only been with one boy before. She felt a momentary panic, wondering if she could even take a real man’s cock…
When he unzipped his pants, releasing his manhood, she nearly fainted. It
was
huge; but more than fear now, she felt excitement. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his dick in her mouth, feel him using her like a plaything, fucking her mouth like it was his property. His cock was inches from her mouth, and she licked her lips, finding herself growing more and more excited as she thought about Mr. Callion’s cock in her mouth.
He reached forward, burying his hands into her hair, shoving her face forward. He groaned as her lips opened for him, her tongue swirling around the head. She could taste his briny precum, feel the blood pumping through the vein that ran along the underside. He resisted the urge to push her head forward, letting her get used to his massiveness in her mouth. Reese’s tongue tickled the underside of his cock, her mouth enthusiastically sucking on the head. Mr. Callion slowly increased his pressure on the back of her head, drawing her closer.
“You’re going to take every inch of me,” he growled, and Reese felt her pussy awakening further from his demanding tone, wanting to obey.
She inched his cock into her mouth slowly, feeling her mouth filled with the musky taste of him. She could feel drops of precum dripping from the head, the saltiness teasing her taste buds, as he moved her head further and further down his cock. Eventually, she felt his cock hitting the back of her throat and gagged slightly. She struggled to breathe and felt little tears pricking at her eyes.
She wobbled slightly, unbalanced without the use or her hands, as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her mouth, pumping gently but forcefully, fucking her mouth. She allowed herself to be passive, to be used, relishing the way his huge cock seemed to abuse her throat. He began to push harder and she gagged more, breathing raggedly through her nose, tears now streaming down her face. She felt his cock hitting the back of her throat and withdrawing again and again, heard him grunting above her, felt her own pussy dripping as she got aroused from the rough treatment.
Mr. Callion’s hands tangled in her hair, holding her head in place as he began to pump faster and faster, loving how her throat clenched around his cock. Suddenly, he pulled out with a wet plop. Saliva trailed from the head of his cock to Reese’s lips as she looked up at him expectantly, panting and falling forward slightly.
“Do you want to come?” Mr. Callion demanded, gripping his own cock, staring at the nubile and willing girl in front of him.
“Yes,” Reese panted, feeling desperation rising inside her, her pussy and clit both aching with need after his rough treatment. “Please…”
“Prove it,” he growled, rising to his feet and grabbing her, pulling her upwards until she wobbled on her feet, face red, hair mussed, lips parted and breath ragged. He pushed her towards the window, keeping one arm on her to keep her from falling. She felt the warm glass against her back as he pressed against her, and she opened her legs for him, feeling his cock pressed against her wet slit. Mr. Callion’s hand gently traced her thigh upwards towards her exposed pussy, and she moaned as he slipped his finger into her.
“Oh, God,” Reese moaned, feeling her pussy scream for more. “Please, please, sir…”
“Louder,” he growled into her ear, and Reese panicked, wondering if he wanted the whole office to hear her screaming. She was already exposed to half the city, with her ass against the glass, but the thought that her co-workers would hear her begging for their boss’s cock…well…the more she thought about it, the more she felt herself liking the idea.
“Please, Mr. Callion,” she repeated, louder. “Please fuck me, and let me come!”
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered into her ear, pressing his fingers into her deeper, sending shivers through her body as his hot breath snaked around her ear.
“Please, sir,” she said, breathless.
She gasped as Mr. Callion suddenly lifted her into the air, his strong arms supporting her weight, his hands clutching her backside and pinning her between himself and the glass. Without thought, she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as the head of his throbbing cock slipped ever so slightly into her. Her pussy was aching from need. Opening her eyes, their eyes met, and in the intensity of their stare she felt all her desire, throbbing and unbearable.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me, sir.”
He pushed into her, filling her with head-splitting pleasure as his cock stretched her pussy to its limits. She’d only been with one man before, and he had nothing on her boss’s size. She felt like she was being split in two, her pussy filled to its limit. He slowly began thrusting into her, holding her with two hands, his cock hitting something deep and low inside her pussy that felt like heaven with each thrust.
She felt her face beginning to burn as he pumped into her, each stroke causing her heart to race faster and faster. She couldn’t help but cry out each time he pierced deep inside her.
“Oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck sir, fuck me, please, oh god, Mr. Callion,” she groaned with each thrust, louder and louder, not caring who might hear. Even knowing that her father was only a few floors below couldn’t quiet the need inside her. She could feel the heat radiating throughout her body and a rising pressure inside her as he began to thrust faster and faster. Each stroke was building the pressure more and more, his huge cock stretching her pussy to its limits. She clenched him tighter with her thighs, feeling her muscles tense and pulse with excitement.