Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) (12 page)

My mind raced.
“Where
then?”

He shifted the car into gear, pressed on the accelerator,
and took off. “No more questions.
 
It’s a surprise.”
  

His fingers started to caress the bare skin of my thighs,
slowly, up and down.
 
I gasped
softly and looked over at him through the corner of my eye.
 
I could feel goosebumps trailing where
his fingers traced my sensitive flesh.
 
I wanted him to keep going, but I was afraid even to move.
 
I didn’t know what to do. I just sat
there, stiffly, awkwardly.
 
A knot
formed deep in my belly.
 
Did he
really want me? He was a married man, married to a beautiful woman. What could
he ever want with a poor, curvy girl such as myself? I was selfish. I was
bad.
 
I had to stop whatever this
was, wherever this was going.

“Don’t, sir,” I begged him, pushing his hand aside as I
pulled my body away from his magnetic touch.
 

“What is it?” His eyes bounced from mine to the road, and
then back again.
 
“Don’t you want
this?”

“It’s wrong.
 
It
is just wrong, sir.
 
You are
married.
 
I, I don’t know what got
in to me but I am terribly ashamed of myself. I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean
to go into your bedroom.”
 
I stared
down and I felt my eyes watering.

He lightly pulled my knee towards him, spreading my
legs.
 
“I guess now is as good a
time as ever to let you know, Clarissa, that Mrs. Stone and I are getting a
divorce.”

“Oh,” I said quietly. I was so shocked I forgot his touch
and the awkwardness of the moment.
 
I felt terrible hearing such awful news. “I’m so sorry to hear that,
sir.”

“Thank you. But it’s fine, really.
 
When a man catches his wife sleeping
with another man, the marriage is over; the trust, the passion, it’s all
gone.
 
When I look at her, all I see
is a cheap, money-hungry bimbo.”

I took a deep breath, trying to process what he had just
divulged. We turned into a large, gated parking lot that led to a strip of
medical office buildings. It was evening now, and it was getting dark. He
pulled into an assigned parking spot with his name on it, and then we got out.
I followed him up some stairs and to a back entrance.

“This is my consulting office,” he said to me. “This is
where I meet with patients before they have surgery.”

He turned the lights on and walked down a beautifully lit,
elegantly decorated hallway. He then stopped at a door and unlocked it. We
stepped inside. Then he closed the door behind him.

Turning to me he stared in silence.
 
I met his stare with my own blue
eyes.
 
I was nervous, unsure if I
should look away or to speak.
 
Then
his body came forward, and his hands took my waist as he pulled me in towards
him.
 
Our lips met, his tongue
danced with mine, and an intense sensation came emanating from between my
thighs.
 

When he pulled away, leaving me panting and breathless, he
said, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I didn’t know how to reply. I was still afraid of it all,
afraid of him, afraid of what we were doing…or were about to do.
 
Then I managed to stammer, “I, I don’t
know if this is a good idea. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Is that what you want?
 
Do you want to go?” he asked, his face
close to mine, his lips inviting.

I shook my head, “N-, no. I just don’t know what to do.”

“What? Don’t you like me?”

“No, no! That’s not what I mean at all. But—“
  

“Then show me. Show me that you want me.”

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to act; I was
still a virgin. I stood there, trembling for a moment, looking into his
gorgeous eyes. He guided me over to a leather couch in the corner of his
office. He sat me down, and then he leaned in and began kissing me sensually
once again.

Eventually I began to grow brave, letting my hands learn
his body.
 
He groaned at my touch,
and his kisses became more passionate and intense.
 
He gripped my hair with one hand.
 
In one powerful motion he pulled my head
back, exposing my sensitive neck.
 
His lips plunged onto me, sending my entire body into shivers.
 
I felt my nipples grow into hard little
pebbles at his touch.
 

 
I was lost, so
overwhelmed by the explosion of sensations that I didn’t notice him remove his
belt and unbutton his pants.
 
At
some point he released me, and that’s when I saw his member for the first time,
magnificently huge, standing on end, raging and veiny and bursting out of
control.
For me.
 

“How could a woman cheat when she had one of those waiting
for her every evening?” I gasped, instantly feeling heat in my cheeks. I took
his cock and began stroking it.
 

All my friends talked about big cocks, but I had never
heard of one that was
this
big.
 
It was almost as thick as my tiny forearm,
and it was easily as long or longer.
 
The immensity of it made me nervous. I could only hope that my unskilled
hands could please a man like him.
 
I gripped the base and began stroking him more vigorously.
 

He moaned. His big hand enclosed on mine and moved me up
his shaft near the head. “Like this,” he instructed, showing me.
 
“It’s better when it’s wet.
 
Why don't you suck on it a little?”
 

It wasn’t a question—it was a command.
 
He wanted me to suck on it, and I had
absolutely no idea how to do it.
 
I
heard that guys liked it anyway you did it, but I wanted to please him, to
impress him even.
 

“God, it’s just so big, sir…and I…I’ve never done anything
like this,” I explained as I slowly approached the huge beast, my eyes growing
wide.
 

I kissed it softly, running my tongue over the head, while
his hands ran along the back of my neck and into my hair.
 
With a gentle push he slid my lips down
around him further and let out a deep groan.
 

“That’s right, like that baby,” he sighed as he gently guided
my head up and down his shaft.
 

I could hear his
breath
as it grew
more and more ragged.
 
I based my
every move on the body language signals I was receiving from him.
 
As for myself, I could feel the space
between my legs, and I was wet.
 
I
couldn’t believe what was happening. In fact, I kept imagining that I would
wake up and find myself dreaming.
 
I
had started the day as an invisible maid, and now I was in the process of
giving the billionaire man-of-the-house a blowjob!
  
I shivered with excitement.

It wasn’t long before I started to get the hang of it.
 
He was moaning hard, and I thought I was
pleasing him, but I guess I was wrong. Because suddenly his strong grip pushed
me down further around his shaft, and soon I was choking on him. I tried to pull
back, but he held me there, pulsing his hips, forcing his cock further down my
throat.
 
Again I tried to pull back,
this time worried that I might gag, or even bite down!
 
I held my mouth open as my eyes began to
water, but he continued to hold me in place. Finally, with one strong thrust I
felt my throat expand wider than I ever thought possible.
 

I heard him gasp with pleasure—clearly he was
enjoying his cock deep down my tight little throat.
 
I restrained the urge to gag and began
to swallow around his huge cock.

“Ah fuck, Clarissa, you’re going to make me cum,” he said
with wild frustration, pulling me off abruptly. "You little cock
tease
!
 
You know
a lot more about sucking than you let on. Take off your clothes,” he
demanded.
 
With strong hands he
pulled my skirt up to expose my naked bottom.
 
“Do you have any idea what you did to me
today?” he scolded.
 

I didn't.
 
I
simply stared back at him with big doe eyes, feeling guilty. Was he going to
punish me now?

“You naughty girl.
 
Every time I see you in your cute little maid’s uniform I have to find
an excuse to disappear so I can jack-off.”

I was stunned—I had no idea I had such an effect on
him. I could feel my stomach tighten once again into a knot.
 
I wanted him to want me that bad.
 
I wanted to please him again and again,
to make him fall in love with me…if I could.
 

“Your legs, your perfectly tanned, smooth skin," he
marveled as he gently kissed me. His hands slid up my calves and to my thighs
as he spoke.
 
“And your ass!
God
, your ass looks like it came off a
woman twice your size!” He gripped my ass cheeks firmly and pulled them apart,
spreading me, my body responding with lustful desire for him to go further.
“Mrs. Stone has nothing on you!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! And all this time I
thought men wanted rail thin women!

He then took me over his knee and gave me a hard
spanking.
 
"And that's for
sneaking into our room!
 
A bad, bad
girl like you must be punished," he scolded.

"Oh, sir!" I pouted seductively.
  

I promptly removed what was left of my little French maid’s
dress so he could have an unobstructed view of my curvy body. His eyes scanned
over me voraciously, and for a moment I had no idea what he was going to do
next.

A moment later he savagely threw me back into the couch and
pinned my hands behind my lower back while his knee spread my legs apart.
 
Hastily his thick tip slid along the
slick and sensitive skin between my thighs and found its way to my wanting
opening—with building pressure, he slowly opened my petals and entered
me.
 

“AAhh!” I cried out as I felt my pussy stretching around
his swollen head.
 
“Oh God, please,
slowly! It hurts!”

He backed off slightly. “You drive, honey,” he whispered,
his voice low and seductive.

I thrust gently into him, gasping and whimpering as every
inch of his cock slowly entered me, filling me, stretching me—until
suddenly, I stopped.
 
I could feel
the thin piece of flesh that signified my virtue.

“I had no idea, Clarissa. How is it a sexy, voluptuous
thing like you hasn’t been taken?” he asked, astonished by the fleshy hymen his
cock was pressed against.
 

“I told you, I haven’t done this before,” I demurred. A
girl is only a virgin once, and I wasn’t going to give myself up to just
anybody.
 
I stared at
him,
his muscular, ripped body was towering over me. “I’ve
been waiting for a real man,” I whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you, Dane. I
only want you.”
 
It was the first
time I ever addressed Dr. Stone by his first name.
   

“Call me,
sir
,”
he snarled dominantly. “Don’t forget your place!”

“Oh, yes, sir. So sorry, sir.” My sex clenched—I
loved submitting to such a powerful man.

With a fiery, passionate look in his eye, he lustfully
pressed the last of his thick rod deeply into my belly, and I felt a ‘pop!’ as
he tore through my innocence.
 
My
pussy screamed with pain as it stretched to accommodate his huge cock.
 
He was
so big
.
Too
big
.