He pours me a scotch. “Drink this.” He leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “You’ll need it.”
My heart races and I sip the rocket fuel. It brings memories of our nightcaps together. They seem like a lifetime ago now.
I down the glass in three gulps, and he smiles darkly. “Atta girl,” he whispers.
I hold the glass out. “I’d like another.”
He smirks and refills my glass slowly. Once full, I sip it, ignoring the way my hand shakes.
I’m so nervous, I have no idea what he has in store for me, but the baby oil tells me it’s something we’ve never done before.
“Undress,” he orders coldly, slipping smoothly into his role play.
I down the rest of my second scotch, and I take my jacket off, throwing it on the chair.
He smiles darkly and his hungry eyes drop down my body. I’m wearing a lace-up black leather corset that pushes my breasts to the moon, along with tiny leather panties. He walks around me like the hunter circling his prey. He slides his robe over his shoulders, and my breath catches.
He’s naked and hard. Muscles ripple in his abdomen, and he has a ‘V’ of perfect definition that drops to his groin. His large cock hangs heavily between his legs. I can see every vein on its engorged head. Pre-ejaculate drips from the end and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
My body begins to tingle, from my arousal and from the scotch, but mainly because of him.
He walks over to his suitcase and takes out a black leather whip. My eyes immediately widen.
Fuck.
“I’m going to hit you three times.” His dark eyes hold mine. “And then I’m going to fuck your ass.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yes, sir.” I look around the room. “Can I have another scotch, please?”
He smirks at the sound of my consent, and he nods before pouring me another drink. When he comes back to me he kisses me softly, as if he’s already apologising in advance for what I’m about to endure. His lips linger over mine and our foreheads touch.
“You know that I love you,” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” I mumble, my heart racing wildly. I really don’t know if I can do this.
But I want to… for him.
I want to be everything for him.
I tip my head back and drain the glass of scotch, and all at once he grabs me by the hair to kiss me. He’s all suction and domination as his tongue sweeps through my mouth and he holds my head the way he wants it.
“On your back, baby.”
His finger slides underneath my leather panties and through my sex where grabs me aggressively. “I want to suck on your beautiful, creamy cunt.” My sex tightens, wanting him… needing him.
Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking hot.
I lie down on the bed and he slowly rolls my leather panties down my legs. He slides his fingers through my sex and pulls me open for him to study.
I hold my breath.
He bends and tenderly kisses the inside of my thigh, enticing a quiver from my body. His eyes hold mine as he blows on me. What for, I’m not sure, but there could be a fire down there. I wouldn’t be surprised.
He strokes himself a few times, and I watch the pre-ejaculate drip. God, this is one hell of a show. Imagine getting paid to do this. There’s a lot to be said for prostitution when you’re dealing with clients like him.
Julian bends and presses his tongue through my open flesh, and I have to clench to stop myself bucking. He grabs my thighs, pulls them open, and begins sucking on my sex. His dark eyes never leave mine.
Oh God, Heaven have mercy.
My hands go to the back of his head, holding him close as his eyes close. The sounds of his moans vibrate against me. He builds me up to an almost-orgasm, and then he stops right at the edge of it. I have to close my eyes to block him out. The mere sight of him is arousing enough to send any red-blooded woman insane.
“J-Julian,” I pant.
“You can’t come.” He growls.
“Why not?”
“You’ll come on my cock and not a moment before.”
Again and again, he sucks me, teases me, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before he takes it away, leaving me writhing on the bed and begging. “Please,” I moan. “Julian, now.”
He lifts his head momentarily to kiss my inner thigh. “On your knees.”
I roll over, doing as I’m told, and I get on my hands and knees.
“Drop to your elbows,” he commands.
I do as he says, and that’s when he grabs the baby oil and pours it all over my ass and thighs.
Christ…
He begins to rub it in, letting his fingers slide into my open sex. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He pumps me for a while, and I close my eyes, allowing the pleasure I’m feeling to take over.
He kisses the small of my back as he slides a finger into my back opening.
“Oh…” I scrunch my eyes shut.
“Let me in.”
I try to control my breathing and relax as he slides another finger in deep. His lips stay on my back. I can see his cock through my legs, and I swear, he looks like he’s about to come. It makes my mouth fall open.
This is off the fucking charts hot.
He slowly works me, pulling me by the hip bone until I’m backed onto his fingers. I close my eyes as the pleasure shoots through me.
“You like that, my dirty girl?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper.
He spreads his two fingers, and then he adds another. I have to close my eyes tighter to deal with it. This is unlike anything I have ever experienced. It’s so wrong, but so, so fucking good.
I feel a sharp sting as the whip connects on my ass, but he immediately follows it with a deep thrust of his fingers.
I moan from deep inside.
Julian repeats that action twice more, each one more pleasurable than the last, and then he removes his fingers. That’s when I feel his cock at my back entrance.
He pours more oil over my behind, rubbing it in with his thumb before he lines himself up and pushes forward. My face plants into the mattress as a searing pain burns through me.
“Oh!” I cry out.
He bends and places a kiss on my back. “You’re doing great, baby. I’m nearly in.”
His hand comes around to my clitoris and he circles his fingers at just the right pressure to make me feel pleasure instead of pain. My eyes roll back in my head and he lurches forward again.
“Ah!” I cry into the mattress.
“That’s it.” He pulls out and pushes back in as slowly as he can. I scrunch my eyes shut. He pulls out and slides deeper, never stopping his fingers moving over my clitoris.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers. “Fuck me.”
The sound of his voice pulls me from my trance and I push back a little.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he rasps. “You’re doing great.”
I push back again and he hisses.
God, he loves this.
He slides in and out a few more times, and then I think I’ve actually got the hang of this. I begin to bounce back onto him, relieved that the pain has stopped and the pleasure is building. He grabs my hipbones and begins to ride me as I hold my breath. Holy fuck… this is an insane amount of pleasure.
The sound of the oil slipping between us is all I can hear, and I look up to the mirror to stare at our reflections. His eyes are fixed on the place our bodies meet. He’s wet with perspiration and he’s taking my body just how he wants it: for his pleasure only. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my entire life.
Every muscle in his stomach clenches as he pumps, and then, as if he needs more leverage, he lifts one of his legs and puts his foot on the bed beside me to really let me have it.
I scream into the mattress as a tornado of an orgasm tears me apart. Julian tips his head back, groaning his appreciation as he comes deep inside my body.
For a while, he moves slowly, in and out on repeat. Eventually, I feel his gentle kisses trail across my back as he comes to lie over me, his cock still inside me.
He turns my head and gifts me with a kiss. “I love you,” he whispers against my mouth.
I can’t answer him. I’m still dealing with myself. I think the term ‘hot mess’ was made for this moment. He’s all around me, all I can see. He’s deep inside my body, his tongue taking over my mouth.
He’s etched on my heart.
“I love you,” I confess
He smiles and holds my head to his. “How the hell did I ever get you?”
“Smithson Employment agency,” I pant.
He chuckles and slowly pulls out of me. I feel the sharp sting of his withdrawal, and I’m surprised by how much I want him to stay there.
He kisses me and pulls me up by the hand. “I need to wash you.”
I smile sleepily. “I know. I’m a very dirty girl.”
It’s Saturday night, and Willow is finally going out with Lola. This isn’t to the party-that’s next weekend-but she’s really nervous, anyway. Even I’m nervous for her. This is the first time since I’ve been here that she’s gone out with anyone her own age.
“Where exactly are you going?” Julian frowns as he sits in his wingback chair with his book in his hands and his feet up on the ottoman.
“Just dinner and the movies.”
“What time will you be home?”
“The movie ends at eleven.”
“You’re only sixteen, you know, Will. I don’t want you out all night.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I know, Dad.”
“Am I driving you?” he asks.
“No, Lola drives.” He looks up from his book. “I don’t want you driving around in a learner’s car.” He looks to me. “Bree, did you know that this girl is old enough to drive?”
“Julian, she’s fine.” I sigh. “She has her license and I’ve met Lola at golf and she seems lovely.”
Well, not really, but we did say hello. Willow seems to like her anyway.
“I’m going to get dressed.” Will smiles before she bounds up the stairs.
I hunch my shoulders. “I’m so excited for her.”
Julian goes back to concentrating on his book. “I’ll be excited when my dick is in your mouth tonight,” he mutters to himself.
I bend over and lean down to whisper into his ear, “You are a very filthy man.”
He smirks and slaps my ass. “With an even filthier, totally fuckable nanny.”
Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on the door.
“You get it,” I whisper.
“You get it,” he counters.
“This is your house. You get it.”
He begrudgingly stands and opens the door.
“Hello, Mr. Masters. I’m Lola.” She smiles and shakes his hand
“Hello, Lola. He replies “Lovely to meet you.” He turns to me. “This is Brielle.”