Torn (7 page)

“Sit here.”

He patted the side of the bed and she sat. He stood in front of her and with his hands he pulled out her breasts from her bra so that they stuck out, her nipples hard as he began to rub them with his fingertips.

“You have the most beautiful breasts.”

He brought his mouth down to suck on a nipple, his fingers continuing to rub the other nipple as his mouth sent ripples of pleasure through her.

He brought his head back up, standing straight.

“There is something else of yours I need to taste. I’m sure you must know what it is?” He looked at her meaningfully. “I need you to be a good girl and sit on my face. I suggest you kneel on the bed, above me.”

He got on to the bed and reclined leisurely, whilst all she could look at was his cock , so hard, his chest so sculptured, his arms behind his head as he lay flexed and ready for her.

“Get on the bed.”

Chapter Twelve

She had never done what he suggested she do, had never been asked. She bent to take her shoes off.
“Heels on.” He told her.

She climbed on to the bed; nerves getting to her again, his natural confidence making her feel more shy now.

She put one knee on the far side over his body, missing touching his cock, finding herself above his chest, while she placed the other knee down on the bed. She didn’t know quite what to do.

He looked up at her.

“I said sit on my face and that is what I expect you to do. I need to taste you, feel your beautiful lips on mine. “
She inched up slowly toward his face. He realised her reticence must be down to inexperience. He put a hand out and reached between her legs, gently stroking her clitoris as he looked into her eyes.
“Let me taste you.”

As he stroked her she felt herself letting go, meeting his eyes with equal hunger as he quickly brought her to the edge to orgasm with his fingers.

“Good girl.”
She moved upward until she reached his mouth, hovered above it as he looked at the beauty of her most intimate place. With his hands he took hold of her hips and pulled her downward so that her lips met his and he immediately sucked on them, pulling them into his mouth. He released them and with his tongue he started to lick her clitoris, long luxurious licks, lapping at it, making Madeline writhe against him, unaware of her earlier inhibition, shyness lost on her now as she responded instinctively as her body felt waves of pleasure. She knew if he didn’t stop she would cum, in this position above him but he continued without pause and she rolled her hips back and forth in rhythm to his tongue on her, until she threw her head back in abandon, letting out the longest cry as she came on his tongue, her thighs squeezing together involuntarily against his face.

“You beautiful dirty girl. That’s what I wanted.”
He spanked her buttocks as she continued to buck her hips in the aftermath of her orgasm still vibrating through her whole body.

“I think you want to do it again.”

She didn’t care that he saw her in this state, utterly exposed and soaking wet so close to his face.

“Touch yourself again Madeline.”
She did so without hesitation, and as she rubbed her fingers on her clitoris, he reached up with his fingers and gently pushed two of them into her, fucking her with his fingers as she squatted above him, able to see her in her full glory so closely.

He let her orgasm again, her legs open above him, her finger going wild on herself. He had never met such an addictive, utterly sexual woman.
Swiftly raising her up by the hips, he lifted her off him with ease, putting her back down on the bed as he raised himself up. His strength astounded her, his movements so fluid, lacking any effort. “I’m going to give you the hardest fuck you’ve ever had. You’re driving me crazy.”

He pushed her legs apart and grabbed hold of them, lifting them up above his shoulders. He used his fingers to separate her lips and open her up to take his cock.  She watched him above her as his cock entered her smoothly through her wetness, his chest glorious, his thighs thick and strong. He thrust deep inside her, pumping his cock in and out of her in fast smooth motion, her breasts wobbling with the impact as he slammed into her, pounding her hard, his fingers going to her clitoris and rubbing it in a circular motion as he maintained his rhythm.

“This is what I mean by obedience Madeline. You’re total submission to me, my every desire, your obedience to me fucking you whenever and however I choose. Fucking the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen until I’m completely spent.”

He slowed down a little, took a few leisurely teasingly slow thrusts, knowing how close he had taken them both to the edge, wishing to prolong it longer.

His hands played with her breasts , squeezing them gently, rubbing her nipples as he gave a few relaxed thrusts, slowly sensual in the change of pace, before he resumed the intensity and a sheen of sweat became clearly visible across his chest as he pounded into her, and Madeline had no choice but to cum again, hard as she orgasmed against his cock, against his fingers, as he come inside her with a force, releasing everything he had kept pent up inside, giving all that he had to her.

He fucked her again as they showered together, a long hot shower as he ran his hands all over her body, as she held his cock in her hand and felt it grow hard. He lifted her up against the shower wall and as she wrapped her legs around him he drove into her with a fierce passion, as she watched his face, a rapt expression of dark ecstasy in his eyes.  

He suggested after they dried off that she might like to go home now, given the late hour. They were both shattered. As she gathered her clothes he pulled her to him onto the bed, pulling her onto his lap. He kissed her deeply, intimately, slowly, his eyes locked onto hers.

He released her, grabbing his phone to call his driver and asking him to take Maddy home. She finished dressing as he watched her.
“Tomorrow I want you to go out and buy stockings and suspenders before you come to work, if you do not have any at home. I want you to wear them at work at all times.”

He pulled on some pants and a shirt from his wardrobe and escorted her down stairs and out into the limo. He held the door open for her and rather formally bid her goodnight.

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning Maddy slept through her alarm, not purposefully, but she was so tired and didn’t realise until she woke and saw the time. It was nine thirty. Rushing to the shower she washed quickly and dressed, practically running out the door and down the sidewalk to the subway. It would be ten before she was at work. She hoped Daniel wouldn’t think she had deliberately taken advantage.

Arriving in the office, everyone was hard at work and she slipped in trying to be as quick and inconspicuous as possible. She went into her room and logged on, aware that she still hadn’t finished the work Daniel had set her.

Getting stuck into putting the finishing touches to a report Madeline was dying for a coffee but didn’t want to get caught up in conversation with anyone in the kitchen. She held out for another half an hour when her thirst got the better of her and she quickly went into the kitchen. She spotted Daniel talking to one of the brokers across the floor. He didn’t see her and she was happy to keep her distance for now, not sure what his intentions toward her really were, whether it was a one-off or something else. Had he given her any impression that it was to continue? As she had ridden home in the car last night, the after-glow that had surrounded her had been replaced by thoughts that he had just used her. He hadn’t asked her to stay the night, despite the late hour. He had used her sexually and though she had never had an experience like it, at the end of the night he had dismissed her and sent her away.  She had seen him with that other woman, the cavalier way that he had treated her led her to believe she was just one of his long line of conquests, or perhaps he would expect her to be some kind of casual hook up. She knew he could get any woman he wanted. She couldn’t do that. She wasn’t like that. She believed in monogamy and loyalty.

She turned her head away from him at the thought of it.

She went back inside her office feeling like shit at the reality of it all, so stupidly letting him. What the hell had happened to her? The very reason she was here forgotten.

She picked back up her glasses and carried on with her work, remaining undisturbed until several hours later, when Daniel walked in without knocking.

“You were very late this morning.”
“Yes.” She didn’t look up, carried on with her work.

“Look at me when I am talking to you.”
She put her pen down and looked up at him.
“Care to tell me what is wrong?”

“Nothing.” She raised her eyebrows to emphasise her statement.

“Stand up.”

“I’m busy.”

“My God woman; did I not get through to you at all last night?”

“I’m not someone you can use. I’m your employee, so let’s just keep it at that.” She hadn’t planned what she would say, it just came out.

“You seem to have completely ignored everything I said to you last night.” He could not have felt more angry by her comment. “If you’re going to continue to be my employee then I suggest you do as I told you and go and buy those stockings that I clearly told you to buy and wear, or do I need to amend that into your contract of employment?” His face was ice cold.
He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out his wallet. Taking money from it he held it out for her.

“Now, Madeline.”

“This is the twenty first century if you hadn’t noticed! I’m not your courtesan.”

“I’m surprised you know the term Madeline, according to you, you barely scrapped through an education. I expect you to buy a variety; you will need several if you are to wear them everyday. Select the best quality.”

She got up and snatched the money from his hand, knowing him well enough now to know that he would not back down, and despite everything she had said to herself all afternoon deep down she was excited by his proposal. But she refused to show it.

“Oh, and Madeline.” He said to her as she reached the door to leave, “No-one suggested you were merely a conquest. I propose you get that thought out of your head whilst you are out.”

He had sounded furious with her, and though she was too proud to turn around and face him, what he had said stayed with her all the way to the department store and back. Her heart was deliriously happy. Everything she had thought all morning vanished from her mind.

When she returned, Daniel had gone to a meeting. She went into the ladies bathroom, carrying the new lingerie hidden inside her handbag. Secretly she tried them on, pulling on the stockings and securing them to the black suspender belt around her waist. The stockings were so silky to the touch she felt the sensuality of the material as she ran her fingers up and down her legs. She returned to her desk and enjoyed the new sensation as she crossed her legs throughout the afternoon, feeling secretly more glamorous than before.

It was early evening when Daniel returned. He had found it unusually hard to concentrate in his meeting. He was becoming obsessed with her. Unlike his usual quick fucks, more for instant release and then forgotten, with her he didn’t want that, he wanted much more, he wanted slow and long, dirty and raw.  She provoked in him lust that seemed to grow and get stronger not diminish, but take on a life of its own, fixating him on taking every part of her. After last night he was disappointed and in truth extremely hurt by her cold anger today. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone, and after last night he failed to understand how she could doubt that. He knew he lacked demonstrative warmth at times; he was well aware he could be cold, distant; he had been told that before now. He knew he carried in him deep pain that he hid with a shield of arrogant callousness. He knew he had shortcomings, he just hadn’t realised she would see them so quickly.  Who was she to creep into his soul, to invade him when he wasn’t sure he was capable of letting anyone in, because if he did, there would be no going back, no retraction. It may be easier to push her, punish her, break her, and thereby release them from this grip of obsession.

Chapter Fourteen

He strode into her room.
“Have you done what I told you to do?”
“Yes.”
“Stand up, come around from the desk so I can see.”

She got up and walked around.

“I see you have. Good.”
He came toward her and bent slightly, putting a hand out and ran it down her leg and back up, going up under her skirt feeling the smoothness, silky to his touch. He moved his hand higher to feel where the stocking ended and the clasp of the suspender belt began. He left his hand there, feeling the distinction between her stocking and her warm flesh. His hand ran around to cup her buttocks and under, feeling between her legs.
“You have no idea how good that feels. Always wear them for me. I’m taking you to dinner tonight. Take off your panties and give them to me, I want to sniff them in my office while I think of what I am going to do to you tonight.”

She took them off and handed them to him, shocked at his brazen suggestion but the thought of it turned her on immensely.