“I hope I didn’t disturb?” He raised an eyebrow to my flushed face, tousled hair, and — I was sure — bright-red wine lips. I frowned in embarrassment and looked at the ground.

“I— No, sorry,” I stammered.  “Sir,” I added. “Sorry, I thought the children were asleep.”

“Oh, they are, not to worry Ms. Wilder,” he cut me off with a small smile, and I looked up at him, sheepishly.

He was dressed much more informally than I’d seen him before, which was really just to say he’d lost his jacket and tie, coming to my door in immaculately pressed slacks and a crisp white dress shirt, open at the neck.

“I merely came to see how you were doing, and to see if you’d found my gift.” His eyes glinted at me.

“I did, sir, thank you.” I smiled at him, trying to think of everything and anything but the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Briefly, I wondered if he could smell my arousal, and I blushed furiously at the thought as I swallowed thickly.

“Bella, we just flew six-thousand miles together in a small plane with two children on sugar highs. I think we can drop to first names when you aren’t on duty, what do you think?”

I had to grin.

“I think that’ll work just fine, Colin.” Again, I felt so secretly naughty saying his name out loud. “Oh, and thank you for the wine,” I said, smiling shyly at him, “It’s— I mean, I’m no expert, but it’s amazing.”

He smiled warmly at me, his eyes drawing me in as we stood in the dim light of the doorway. Without even thinking, I blurted it out: “Would you like to come in and have some?”

Colin's eyes flashed to mine, holding my gaze in a steely, dark look. I felt a stirring in my core, my blood pumping a little faster in my ears.

“Yes,” he said, his voice like rich chocolate “I believe I would.”

Grinning like a dope, I stepped into the room to let him in.

“Wine sounds perfect right now actually. I couldn’t fall asleep in my room. The view of Paris was... distracting.”

I grinned and bit my lip as I turned towards the patio door, thinking about what he’d interrupted.

Oh, sir, if only you’d had a view out THIS window.

I turned to look at him as I stood by the French door, his face illuminated in the dark of the room by moonlight streaming in. His eyes were ablaze as he looked at me, unblinking, and I felt the shiver at my spine again.

“Wine’s outside, come on out, Colin.” I smiled at him and stepped outside.

Oh, shit.

Two things that hadn't occurred to me very suddenly did as I stepped outside. For one, my black thong panties were still lying very obviously on the ground by the chaise lounge looking explicitly pornographic, and two, the couple across the street was still going at it, loudly, through the cracked side window.

My brain spun. Panties on ground, open wine, voyeuristic show across the street? It certainly wasn't going to take a detective to figure out what had been going on out here. Thinking quickly, my pulse racing, I dashed to the chaise and kicked my panties underneath it, hoping at least that he wouldn’t see them. I heard him step out onto the atrium, and winced to myself as I heard him stop suddenly at the unavoidable scene across the way.

“Ah, I see your room has the same view as mine,” he said, and I could hear him grinning.

I flushed and played with my fingers, blushing too furiously to turn towards him.

“Yeah, they’re…certainly enjoying themselves.”

Colin chuckled and I heard him move.

“May I?”

I turned to see Colin holding my glass of wine up to his lips. My breath came heavy as I stammered. “Please, yes of course.”

Smiling slightly, he took a sip, his eyes moving from me to the balcony across from us, where the girl had her head thrown back in ecstasy as she lay on her back now, sinuously arching her torso as her lover plowed into her with his cock.

“Vocal thing, isn’t she?” His eyes smirked, seeing my embarrassment. I smiled awkwardly and looked at my feet.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you, Bella.”

I looked up, flushed, to see him regarding me coolly, his eyes lingering on my own.

I swallowed and straightened up. Why should I be embarrassed? It wasn’t me having wild and wanton sex on my balcony, and he hadn’t caught me doing anything. Deciding I was going to be grown up about this, I let my shoulders relax as I smiled at him; the picture of ease and casualness.

“Not at all, Colin. They’ve, uh, upped the volume a little.”

He winked at me, seeing that he was free to discuss it.

“And quite acrobatic, I must say,” he added with a nod of his head towards them. I turned and gasped. The girl was back on top now, facing away from her partner as she gripped his thighs and bounced her tight body up and down on his cock.

“A bit chilly outside for my liking, but, God bless heated atriums,” he finished with a raise of his glass.

I felt mesmerized as I unabashedly stared at them, a wave of my earlier naughtiness draping over me in a warm haze. I felt my pulse racing again as I let my body respond to the scene playing out in front of me with the deliciously dirty knowledge that Colin was standing right behind me, watching me watch. A wickedly naughty tingle ran up my thigh, the warm air from the heating vents by the floor fluttering at the hem of my skirt, tingling over the bare and exposed skin underneath.

Across the street, the man was now powerfully gripping at the hips of his partner as he plowed up against her. His head was thrown back in a moan as he fucked her, and both of their cries mixed to drift tantalizingly across the abyss to my little balcony.

I honestly couldn't look away, despite the company. I was transfixed by it. Eyes wide and breath heavy, I rested my elbows on the railing of the atrium, staring at them in their love-making. I heard Colin murmur something behind me, but I stood motionless, almost trance-like, my eyes taking in the scene of lust in front of me as I felt the warm tingle and wetness seeping from my needy pussy.

I gasped as I suddenly felt him behind me, his body hard and flush against the suppleness of my own, and I shivered at the surprise contact.

“Colin?” I breathed out, heady with the smell of his aftershave and the sudden and noticeable feel of the bulge in his pants as it pressed insistently against the thin fabric of my skirt.

One of his hands gripped my arm, as the other dropped to rest on my hip. I froze, my breath hitched in the gasp caught in my throat.

“Ms. Wilder,” his voice, raspy and honeyed, whispered right against my ear, making my whole core melt, and I felt the heat blooming out from between my legs.

“You’ve been…” He trailed off, letting the breath of his whispered words tease the edges of my ear and neck. I closed my eyes, involuntarily leaning back into him; wanting him, and feeling so deliciously naughty for even thinking the thought.

“Yes?” I barely whispered out.

“…Bad,” he punctuated the word harshly into my ear as he tightened his hold on my body, pulling me gently back into him as I felt myself melt.

I shuddered at his words, reeling in the thrill of his intentions and the heat of his touch.

“I’m...I’m not sure what you mean, Col—”

“Sir, Ms. Wilder.” His lips brushed my ear as he growled out the words, and I shuddered against him.

“You may call me Sir.”

I swallowed hard, my head reeling.

“Yes, sir,” I choked out, my words hitching in my throat with lust and desire.

“And I believe you know exactly what I mean,” he whispered darkly into my ear.

“You’ve been a bad, naughty little girl.”

My breath caught as my heart pounded in my chest, my mind scattering.

“Good girls...” he said, and I groaned inside at his use of the word, feeling so, so naughty. His hand on my hip slowly moved around to my front, tracing its way across my pelvis, and I felt my thighs quiver as my pussy tingled.

“Good girls should always be wearing panties,” he hissed the last word in my ear as the hand on my arm dropped, going to his pocket, and then suddenly, in a rushing thrill of shame and utter embarrassment, he was holding my panties up in front of us.

Oh fuck.

He let them dangle, accusatorially, from his finger before dropping them at my feet.

“Such a naughty girl, Ms. Wilder,” he growled, making my knees weak. Behind me I felt him grind his bulge against me, and my head spun at the rush of pleasure coursing through me.

“And naughty girls get punished.” His voice was commanding and in one deft motion, he slid his hand down the front of my skirt to the hem. I gasped loudly as he slipped it under the garment and firmly cupped my bare pussy with his large hand.

I melted against him as he growled his satisfaction in my ear, the bulge in his trousers threatening to burst as he slowly ground it against my ass. I tensed and moaned softly at the touch of his hand on the hot, slick lips of my pussy.

“Exactly what I suspected. Wearing this slutty little skirt with no panties to cover this hot little pussy.”

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, moaning deeply as his finger traced over the lips of my pussy.

“Do you know what happens to naughty little sluts who don’t wear panties?”

I moaned at his touch, quivering at his words.

“I asked you a question, Ms. Wilder,” he growled into my ear, bringing a moan to my lips.

“N-n-no sir,” I mumbled weakly, as his fingers continued to slide up and down over my slit.

His mouth was right at my ear as he pushed me hard against the railing of the atrium. With no warning, he took the lobe of my ear between his lips and nipped it gently with his teeth. I cried out softly.

“They get punished, Ms. Wilder.”

My body shuddered at his words, my eyes squeezed shut, and my juices dripping down the lips of my pussy as his fingers deftly slid between them, finding my heat and my dewy wetness within. I moaned out loud and rolled my hips, feeling his prying fingers against my front and his hardness pressing from behind.

Colin's other hand slid up my front and gripped tightly at the front of my blouse. With a growl, he ripped, the buttons of my shirt scattering as he pulled the garment from my chest. I gasped in shock, my body lusting for him all the more.

He ran his hand over the pert mounds of my breasts, encased in my lacy bra, and then slid it down my torso to my hips as his other hand continued to slowly draw my sticky wetness up and down my pussy lips, rubbing over my clit with each pass. Using the hand on my waist, he slowly started to pull my hips back.

“Hold the railing, Ms. Wilder” he growled into my ear, nipping at my earlobe again. I moaned, and gripped the railing tight, doing what I was told.

Colin had me bent over at the waist, gripping the railing with white knuckles, hair cascading around my hot face, shirt torn open, and skirt bunched around my waist as his fingers continued to tease my pussy, making me moan and arch my back.

“Yes,” Colin hissed in my ear. “Stay exactly like that for me. Don’t you move,” he growled.

I rolled my eyes back into my head as I felt my pussy convulse at his words. God, he made me feel so fucking naughty and so fucking hot. I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.

Colin kept his fingers on my pussy, but I could feel him moving behind me. Suddenly there were soft kisses across the curving swell of my ass and I jumped a little.

“Stay still baby, stay just like that” his voice commanded, firm, yet velvety. His fingers continued their lazy loops around my throbbing clit, eliciting a small mewling cry from my lips.

“Yes, sir,” I husked out.

Slowly, I could feel his lips brush and kiss at the skin of my ass before starting to descend, raining light kisses down my thigh as he crouched down behind me. I groaned out loud, and I felt so shameless, so unrestrained, my hair wild in the moonlight, bent over like a slut as a man twice my age played with my pussy from behind.

I could feel the light stubble scratch of Colin's chin as his lips moved to the back of my knees, before slowly, teasingly, he started to kiss and lick his way up the backs of my creamy thighs as I groaned out loud.

Slowly, ever so teasingly slowly, he moved his mouth further and further up, inching towards the dripping heat of my little pussy. I could feel the blood pounding in my face and in my ears as my breath caught ragged in my chest. I wanted him so badly, and I felt myself craving his mouth on me.

“Jesus Christ, your pussy is fucking gorgeous,” he whispered reverently from behind me, voice thick with lust, and then he moved in.

I moaned as my jaw went slack at the feel of his tongue dragging across my soft bare lips.

“Yes sir!” I moaned out, loudly, panting as he pressed his face into my pussy and used his hands to push my skirt up and spread my thighs.

“Do you like it when I taste your little pussy?” Colin growled from behind me.

Jesus, his words were making me cream, and my pussy flooded his tongue with my nectar.

“Y...yes...sir!” I mewed out as his tongue licked over my clit, his hands spreading me wide.

“My good girl likes have her sweet pussy licked doesn’t she?” His crisp English voice, all scotch and honey — I swear I could come from his voice alone.

He was driving me fucking wild, his tongue teasing my hot sex, his words sending shocks of passionate desire and sinful naughtiness through my body.

“Mmm….” Colin pulled away from my gushing pussy, his hands spreading my ass apart. “I wonder what my bad girl likes getting licked?”

I didn’t even have a second to wonder what he meant before I felt it.

GOD did I feel it.

The tip of his tongue ran slowly back from my pussy, up to tease its way around my asshole.

Holy. Fuck.

White light coursed through my brain, as I jumped and started to pull away.

“Colin, I—”

“Stay where you are,” his voice was suddenly commanding and I froze. “You are under my employ, Ms. Wilder, and you will do as I say.”

I bit my lip, delighting in the feeling of my submission to his will, even if this was new ground for me.

“I am in charge here, Ms. Wilder, and you will do as I say.” His tongue touched my ass again, in a small brief lick, and I groaned involuntarily. God this was so dirty.

“Those are my rules, Ms. Wilder.”

I gasped at his words.

“And, we abide by rules in this house.” I could almost feel his smug smile behind me.

I felt so hot, so aroused — he had all of me, and I knew I would be completely powerless to say no to anything he asked right now.

“Y...yes..” I panted, my head spinning. “Yes, sir,” I finished.

“Good girl,” he growled, moving his face back towards my ass.

His tongue gently probed at my tight little ass and I squealed in pleasure. I could feel his breath on my naughty hole as he dragged his tongue in small circles around the tight ring, and in an almost involuntary way, I started to push back against him, my eyes shut tight against the forbidden and naughty pleasure he was lavishing on my ass.

I could hear him moan against my puckered ring and he slid one of his hands up my thigh to drag his fingers across my pussy lips as he lapped at my asshole. I moaned loudly, and bit my lip, feeling both mortified and wantonly sexual as I pushed back against his tongue and his hand, needing him.

Deftly, he slid two fingers into my tight pussy, sliding them deep into me and crooking them forward to rub at the nerves bundled at the front wall of my cunt as his tongue probed at my naughty backdoor. I cooed, my face a mask of lust as I licked my lips, reveling in the sheer eroticism of what was happening.

“Do you like your sir licking your naughty ass?”

I groaned and nodded my head.

“I didn’t hear you Ms. Wilder.”

Oh, God he was driving me wild. I nodded again and groaned out a “Yessss...”

“Yes, what Ms. Wilder?” he spoke thickly and his fingers pressed insistently against the inside of my pussy.

“Yes, I... I like it, sir.”

I heard him chuckle darkly.

“Like what, Ms. Wilder?” His voice was dark, insistent.

Oh fuck, he was going to make me say it. I felt my face go red in wonderful, lusty shame.

“I love it when you lick my ass.” I swallowed, feeling the blood pound in my ears. “Sir.”

Colin groaned loudly and shoved his tongue against my ass, probing at the tight hole insistently and rimming the tip of it, wet and hot, against my little ass.

My pussy clenched and spasmed and I felt my head spin. His tongue was probing into my ass now, slowly, teasingly, prying it open under his ministrations, sliding the tip of it past my tight ring to send sparks through me and drive me wild in a way I’d never thought imaginable.

I was barreling towards my climax, and my legs started to shake as I gripped the railing tightly and felt the low moan start to rise in my chest. His fingers slid in and out of my pussy, teasing at my sweet spot inside while his thumb flicked across the hard nub of my clit. All the while, his tongue incessantly slid in and out of my ass, dragging across the sensitive pulsing ring as he probed me, making me moan wildly.

Sensing my quaking, shaking approach, Colin moaned deeply behind me and shoved his face against my ass, his tongue swirling over my little asshole as his fingers stroked my clit, and I lost control.

With a loud gasp and a shudder, I felt my body tense, then explode with my release as I let my orgasm overtake me in shuddering waves. My pussy clenched down on his fingers as I flooded his hand with my cum, my asshole quivering and flexing against his tongue as my leg-shaking climax crashed over me.

Oh. My. God.

Fireworks and blinding lights went off behind my eyes as I came harder than I’d ever come before in my life, the feeling of absolute bliss radiating out from my hips to spread to the tips of my fingers and toes. The overwhelming feeling of it being so naughty propelled me through my orgasm.

I panted, hair disheveled across my face as I gripped the railing, my ass still thrust lewdly out as I panted to regain my breath and my racing pulse.

Colin, however, wasn’t done. Suddenly, I felt a fingertip press gently against my ass.

Okay, this might be more than I was ready for. I started to protest. “Oh, now, hold o—”

“You will do as you are told, Ms. Wilder.”

My body tensed at his words, a warm, renewed wetness leaking from my pussy. How did he have this effect on me?

The finger at my puckered ass pressed tightly against it, the tip slowly sliding in. I groaned, the naughty, toe-curling dirtiness from before flooding my senses as I felt his tongue and fingers on my pussy, licking and stroking as he gently pushed his finger deeper into my ass.

I groaned from somewhere deep inside of me as I felt him penetrate my virgin ass with his finger, pushing slowly in up to the second knuckle. Fuck, I felt so full, I was in ecstasy. This was so hot, so dirty, and God it made me want it even more.

Nice girl me had stayed in Boston. I guess you could say nice girl me got left behind in that nightclub bathroom weeks before. Because this was the hot, slutty, new me, letting herself get her ass rimmed and fingered by a much older man on a Paris rooftop. I groaned and let my body quake and roll with the feelings flooding through me. I wanted this, more than anything.

I bit my lip and pushed slowly back against his finger, groaning throatily as I let it sink deeper into me, all the way to the knuckle into my ass.

I heard Colin moan behind me “Does my dirty little girl like my finger in her tight little ass?”

“Oh, yes sir!”

“Show me baby, open your ass up for me,” Colin growled from behind me, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy and my ass in unison.

I knew what he wanted. Slowly, I rested my chin on the wood of the balcony edge and reached back to place my hands on my ass.

“Spread it for me.”

I whimpered and gripped my ass cheeks with my hands, pulling at them gently to open myself up completely, utterly exposing myself to him. Colin hissed his approval and dove back into me, his wet tongue lapping incessantly at my ass as he pumped his finger in and out.

I felt myself rumbling inside, rushing headlong down the track with no way to stop it as his pace quickened, deeply fingering both my holes as he licked at my bum. Oh, my fucking God, I’d just cum, and he was going to make me do it again, with his finger deep in my ass.

I heard myself whimpering, felt my body starting to tense, riding that delicious edge. Then, his voice reverberated through me.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Come for me now.” His deep, honeyed voice and his words pushed me over the precipice. Quaking, I felt my whole body convulse as I came against his face and his fingers, again, loudly moaning out my pleasure.

Slowly and gently, Colin pulled his fingers out from my body as he stood.

Just then, more than anything in the world, I wanted to please him with all of my being.