Weak for Him (11 page)

"Don't be embarrassed if you don't
know what you want. It's not allowed," he said, his voice smooth
like honey. I nodded my head.

"I'd like my arms to be held down
or tied where I can't move them. Or even a scenario with
blindfolds, and ice. My best friend told me about one of her exes.
How he would spank her, bind her, and speak dirty to her while he
was fucking her hard. Then he teased her with ice around her
nipples and up her legs. It sounded hot. Hot enough for me to want
to do it."

"My little experimental
virgin."

His touch trailed down the outside
of my arms, leaving goose bumps along the way. The talk about my
secret fantasies made me want it.

"I think your real training will
start tonight."

His fingers ran through my hair
and down my neck. My body responded instantaneously. Grabbing my
hand, Mr. Felton led me down the hall to the basement. But before
entering, he stopped.

"You're ready, yeah?"

"As I will ever be." I peered into
his eyes, thinking I might get lost in them.

"Do you want to obey
me?"

"Yes… sir."

The truth was, I did. I wanted to
know what it felt like to lose control, and be controlled. And to
experience more of the person that placed my first orgasm in his
pocket, the man who gave me Vegas and let me believe it could all
be mine.

"I like that." He grabbed the
bottom of my chin between his fingers. "Continue to call me
that."

"Yes, sir."

"Trust, Jennifer."

He opened the basement door, and
we walked down a set of stairs. A bed with fluffy blankets, a
chair, floggers of all different lengths and sizes, ropes,
blindfolds, and other things filled the room. I had no clue what
half of it was or did.

My insides melted. I wasn't afraid
of the training room, but curious. I stopped and tried to take in
every inch. Without turning around, Mr. Felton gave the first
command.

"Take off your clothes. Slowly. I
want to watch you."

I took in a deep breath as he sat
in a red suede chair with ropes slung behind them. A sparkle
appeared in his eye, and I knew he enjoyed commanding me. Truth be
known, I enjoyed being commanded.

The dress had long buttons down
the front, and I worked my way from top to bottom, making sure to
take my time.

"Look at me when you do
it."

My eyes locked with his as I
unbuttoned the last ones and the silk slipped off my shoulders.
After a few more clasps, my bra fell to the floor. He groaned
deeply with approval as he took me in.

One leg after another, I slipped
out of my panties, lifted them, and then dropped them on the floor.
I bent down to remove the straps from my heels until I wore
absolutely nothing. He clenched his jaw and swallowed. My insides
convulsed as I stared at him.

"Walk towards me."

Once in front of him, I could see
the faint outline of the erection in his pants. Commanding me
turned him on, and knowing that turned me on.

"Straddle me."

I swallowed and wrapped my legs
around him.

Oh god.
His hardness rubbed
against me, driving me crazy.

"Move against me. As if you were
having sex."

I drove my hips into him, and my
breathing increased. New and different, and alive, so turned on
that I wanted to go further. A moan escaped me from the simple
pleasure of his friction between me. I ran my fingers through his
messy hair as I grinded slowly against him. The more I moved, the
harder I pushed myself onto him. With a swift movement, he grabbed
my hands from his hair and held my wrists behind my back. I had
lost control.

"You do as I say, not as you
want."

Being restricted made me want it
more. He leaned his head closer to my breasts and flicked each
nipple with his strong tongue.

I couldn't help but let another
moan escape.

"Mmm. I can smell your sweetness.
Do you like this?"

"Yes,
sir
." The words fell
from my mouth, and I became putty in his hands. With my arms still
behind my back, I continued to move my hips on him. He released my
arms.

"Go to the bed." Without
hesitation, I removed myself from him. But I could feel the ache
between my legs as I walked.

I wanted to be fucked.

"I want to see you touch
yourself."

This was it, I thought. Heat
rushed up my body and found my cheeks. Every bit of my face went
warm as I responded.

"Yes, sir."

He smiled with sweet
delight.

I let my hands slowly trail over
my breasts, down my stomach, until they found themselves in
between. Nervously, I opened my legs and let my fingers slide up
and down, feeling the wetness. Mr. Felton did this to me. Made me
want to be taken.

"I don't want you to come until I
tell you to and when you're close, back away."

I took my time as I explored and
learned my body. He watched me search and pleasure myself sexually.
His eyes were on me, and I took my time touching, moaning, and
allowing my toes to curl when I got close. But I didn't come as he
instructed although I wanted to so bad. Each time I hit my peak, I
panted and pinched my nipples, hoping my body would calm
down.

I had never been so turned
on.

I tilted my head to get a good
look at him. He took off his shirt, and I couldn't stop staring at
his lean stomach muscles that looked as if they were chiseled from
rock. Mr. Felton walked to the bed and forced opened my legs.
Pushing his erection onto me, he slammed my wrists above my head.
The roughness, a pure sexually driven act of dominance that mingled
with lust, was bad news. The desire to let loose and be completely
physical overcame me as he trailed his fingers along my collarbone.
Then he was touching me in all the right places, allowing my orgasm
to build, my pulse to race, and my breath to quicken.

"Please, sir. Give it to me." My
body begged for satisfaction.
I
begged for
satisfaction.

Mr. Felton was on top of me, his
body above mine, and he was staring into my eyes.

"Is this how you imagined it?
Being taken?" He didn't move, but the pressure on me, encouraged me
to wrap my legs around him.

"Exactly," I choked out,
breathless.

"You're so wet, so turned on, so
ready to be fucked," he whispered, soft and sensually, in my ear.
His lips were close to my neck, trailing up and down, taking little
nibbles along the way. The smell of fresh soap and man
lingered.

"I want it so bad," I whispered in
his ear. "I can barely stand it."

"Good," he said, deep and
raspy.

He lay next to me on the bed and
propped himself up with one elbow and trailed his fingers over my
body lightly before pulling something out of the drawer next to the
bed. He returned with a black silky material in his hands. With
great care, he wrapped it over my eyes and the room went
dark.

With soft fingertips, he trailed
up the side of my body and stomach. The feel of his touch
intensified because I couldn't see him. I almost lost myself in it.
With one finger, he crossed my mouth and traced my bottom lip with
his, and then continued down my jawline. My body instantly
responded. The next thing I knew, one nipple was in his mouth, and
his tongue circled the tip and flicked it around. I almost couldn't
handle myself. Handfuls of sheets and blanket were in my grasp. He
pulled away, groaned, and kissed down my stomach with his soft,
luscious lips. Behind this tiger of a man was someone gentle,
sensitive, and sexually driven.

Like clockwork, I parted my legs
as his hand searched below my stomach. He readjusted himself and
then moved his body back into position between me. I could feel the
pressure of his cock on my sex, and it felt good, hard and longing
for
me
. His lips searched and teased my mouth. When I moved
in to kiss him, he pulled away.

"Rule number two,
never
kiss a client on his or her mouth," he purred.

"But."

He placed his finger over my mouth
and whispered in my ear. "Shh. If you are to be one of my girls,
you have to play by the rules."

"This is protocol,
right?"

"You are mouthy, aren't
you?"

"Will it hurt when you go inside
of me?"

"No," he chuckled. "I'm not going
to fuck you, Ms. Downs."

But my body begged for pleasure,
and he undid the blindfold.

"I want you to look at me while
you come. Imagine me pushing deep inside of that pretty pussy," he
said. The way he looked at my body as if it were precious gold
turned me on. I may have never had sex before, but at that moment,
I wanted to be fucked, and hard.

He rubbed his hand over my breast
and down over my belly button until he was down below. Parting my
sex, he rubbed clockwise with his index and middle finger allowing
my wetness to lubricate. The slow, steady movements felt like
heaven. Little moans escaped from me as he picked up the pace and
moved his hands horizontally and then vertically, learning what I
liked most.

"
Ohhh,
" I moaned as he
discovered me.

"That's it. Moan as loud as you
want. It's fucking sexy," he whispered.

The circular movements became
faster and harder, and everything below began to tighten as if I
would completely detonate into nothingness. I pushed my sex into
him harder. I wanted him to keep going, keep pleasuring me into
sweet oblivion. I grabbed the blanket and waited for the sweet
release.

"Yes. I am almost
there."

But instead of continuing, he
stopped before I tipped over the edge.

"How does it feel?" The smile on
his face was sinister and evil.

"How do you want me to
feel?"

Before I could say another word,
Mr. Felton flipped me onto my stomach and pinned me to the bed.
With a slight movement, he moved my hair from my neck and whispered
in my ear.

"While here, I don't answer your
fucking sarcastic questions, Ms. Downs." And that's when I felt a
burning, but pleasurable pain from his hand on my ass. I grabbed
the comforter, and another semi-soft slap came, and another, and
another, and then my arms were pinned against the wall, and he was
touching my clit from behind. I pushed my ass onto his erection,
and he groaned.

"Concentrate on how you feel. Tell
me," he said, gently.

I closed my eyes letting my body
respond to his touch.

"I want you to fuck me. Not soft,
but hard. I want to be your whore, your dirty, little sex slave,
and have you come so hard that it hurts. I want to make you feel
like I do." I pushed into him, feeling his dick ache for
me.

Still behind me, he forcefully
pulled me against him, my back to his chest, and trailed one hand
up my waist as his other continued to explore below. I grabbed my
nipples and pinched, allowing the sweet sensation to shoot through
my body.

"You're so fucking hot," he said
into my shoulder, biting the curve.

A warm and tingly sensation spread
from my clit to my vagina. My toes began to curl, and I knew I
would soon lose myself in the rhythm. Every part of my body tensed,
and I cried out in satisfaction until each inch of me relaxed and
melted into him. I leaned against his bare chest, and he wrapped
his arms around my stomach, and placed his chin on my shoulder. For
a moment, I thought I felt his face contract into a
smile.

"I want to please you," I said to
the wall that I still faced.

"You couldn't fucking handle me,
Ms. Downs." He gave a small slap to my ass and then moved himself
from the bed and began to dress.

"Mr. Felton," I
whispered.

"What we do in here is a lesson to
help you understand what your body likes and craves. I can't have
an inexperienced virgin running around."

"So this
was
protocol?"

"Understanding your body will
allow you to better please our clients."

"Clients? You are always the
fucking asshole," I muttered and lay down on the bed.

"I guarantee one hundred percent
satisfaction. Oh, and get dressed, Ms. Downs. We don't sleep where
we play."

Twelve

T
he next morning, I woke to
cool sheets and an empty bed. Curtains allowed streaks of dim light
to stack and spread among the wooden floor. Morning had barely
come, but my body woke with an eagerness to start the
day.

I needed to know more about
Finnley Felton. I opened the browser on my phone and searched his
name. 1 million pages showed. Finnley Felton, Sexiest CEO Under
Thirty. Pictures of him with women on vacation, in suits, at movie
premieres; he was everywhere.

I found pages of gossip sites with
rumors of him and celebrities and countless interviews. I searched
the web for an hour, trying to soak up as much information about
him as I could. Mr. Felton was only five years older than me, and
known for being a bastard in social situations. Someone pinned the
tail on the ass that was my boss.