"Are you ready for our final lesson?" Drake asked as I got off the elevator.
"Yes I am," I replied, without a trace of the previous day's anxiety. The final lesson would be the most challenging, but I was eager.
"With each lesson I've pushed your boundaries further. Do you understand why?"
I thought for a moment before answering, "So I'll recognize that my boundaries are limitless?"
He nodded, “As is your potential… come with me."
Once again we were in the Rumpus Room. I paused, surprised at how different it appeared. Drake had altered the lighting to something less foreboding. The room seemed warm and inviting, despite the array of S&M equipment still on display. He unzipped my dress, letting it slide to the floor, leaving me naked once again.
We embraced, kissing passionately. Drake's hands explored my body delicately, finally sliding between my legs. I was already wet with anticipation, wondering what new challenge waited.
"I have something to show you," He said, handing me a sheet of paper. "I spoke to an associate of mine and he's made you that offer. It’s a prestigious position, high salary and unlimited potential for advancement. I believe it's exactly what you've been after?"
I stared at the paper. Drake was telling the truth, it was a Fortune 500 company, with a phenomenal salary and profit sharing. "But Peter, this is one of your competitors."
"Good," He said with a grin, "Your being there will keep me on my toes."
I set the paper down. It was a dream offer, but my dreams were changing. "Peter, I thought I would work with you, keep learning at your side."
"This is the same offer I've made every woman, and they've all accepted it. You see the third lesson is the most challenging, and if you fail you get nothing. I think you'd be a fool not to take this offer instead."
I thought for a moment, "No, I want to take the final lesson if that means being at your side."
"It's your decision Rebecca, I won't force you."
But I'd made up my mind.
Drake led me to a single post standing in the corner. He leaned me against it, and placed straps across my chest and waist, securing them tightly. I was completely immobile, but my arms were free. Peter walked to a small table where a bottle of champagne and two glasses waited.
"We're going to toast your success," He said, popping the cork, "Now hold your arms out, palms up."
I held them out, forming a human t-shape. Drake poured two glasses of champagne, filling each to the brim. He set a glass on each of my upraised palms.
"We'll toast your success, unless you spill a drop, at which point you get nothing."
I stood there, balancing the two glasses, my hands already quivering. Drake undressed with his usual precision. Then he leaned forward, kissing me, our tongues locked together passionately. My hands trembled, but I didn't spill a drop. But he wasn't done. Slowly he kissed my neck, moving down my chest, his tongue lightly dabbing my red-hot skin. He reached my breasts and his tongue encircled my hard nipples. He took each one into his mouth, sucking them gingerly.
My body shivered in delight, my hands trembled, but nothing spilled.
Drake's kissing moved lower, down my belly, the tip of his tongue licking my naval. Oh god, is he going to eat my pussy? I wanted him to do it even if it meant losing everything. I wanted to feel his hot tongue on my hard clit.
He got closer, running his tongue along my inner thighs. The sensation was delirious.
But nothing spilled.
Drake stopped for a moment, "I want you to confess something to me Rebecca. Why is it a woman who graduated at the top of her class was stuck in a low, entry level position?” His tongue came even closer to my pussy, "Confess your sin to me."
And then he licked my pussy, running his tongue along my labia.
I gasped, shivers racing through me, "I was arrested in college… I helped someone who was running a pyramid scheme. I didn't know what they were really up to, but the cops busted me anyway." A rush shot through me as Drake's tongue encircled my clit, "Because I had a criminal record no good firm would hire me… Oh God!"
I was cumming, my toes were curling, my breath heaving. The combination of restraints, pressure, his expert pussy eating and the confession were intoxicating.
But nothing spilled.
Drake stopped his licking for a second, "I knew about the arrest, I just needed to hear you confess." And with that he dug in again, feasting on a banquet of my juices.
I was cumming again. This was madness- every time I climaxed it placed my future at risk, but that only made it more exciting. "Oh god, Oh Peter please, it's fantastic." My hands trembled, every muscle and sinew straining to remain outstretched. I could feel myself building to another thundering orgasm. I couldn't hold the glasses up this time. I felt my arms shaking, weaker as I climaxed harder than ever before.
My arms dropped… just as Peter plucked the glasses off of them.
"You did it Rebecca, you passed all three lessons," He said, handing me a champagne glass.
I struggled, finally raising my almost numb arm to accept it. We clicked glasses and sipped the cold champagne. Nothing had ever tasted so good.
Drake kissed me deeply, the expensive champagne passing from mouth to mouth. He unstrapped my restraints and led me to couch. But this time we didn't sleep. He laid me down and climbed on top of me. There were no mind games and all traces of dominance were gone. My hands roamed down his body, past his solid chest and abdominals until I had his stiff cock in my hands. Our breath came in short gasps as he dug his face into my neck kissing me. I wrapped my legs around his back, guiding his cock towards my pussy.
"I want you so badly," He moaned, "I held back before, but now I must have you."
He pressed his hips forward, finding his way into my pussy. My back arched as he slid inside.
"Oh god, that's so good," I panted.
Within seconds our bodies were tightly entwined, hips thrusting back and forth in perfect rhythm. I was already cumming, the muscles in my pussy throbbing around his stiff manhood. Then his body tensed and his hips froze.
"Oh yes!" He yelled, "I'm cumming Rebecca."
My body responded in kind, hips pumping like a jackhammer to squeeze out every drop he had. Then he sank down, out of breath, kissing me gently. We lay there feeling warm and wonderful.
I didn't wake up alone this time. Peter was still contentedly wrapped around me until my moving woke him.
"That was amazing," He said, smiling. "Rebecca I want you to be at my side in business, and life."
"What are you saying?"
"Well, for years I've never had a relationship, certainly not one I acknowledged in public. I want you to be that. People will talk, and the press will write about it, so it won't be easy. Would you be willing to be my…"
"Girlfriend?" I asked.
"I suppose that's as good a term as any. I also want you to take the lead on this New England Tool Company takeover. It will be a good chance to use what you've learned. I have things to do tonight, otherwise I'd ask you to stay."
"That's okay, there'll be plenty of nights."
He walked over to the shelf of offerings and picked up my grandmother's vase, "You should take this back, consider it my first offering to you."
He sat back down on the couch and gave me a kiss. We held it longer than expected… it turned out he wasn't in such a hurry after all.