Xavier
Allie's there on the couch looking fucking perfect. I'm on the phone doing some business and I'm trying to be vague in my conversation. I don't want her to find out that I own Hard Pressed. Not yet.
I have to time this right. It's really awkward actually having to be on this phone call when she's in the room.
I should probably duck away into another room and do this privately, but I want to keep an eye on Allie. Watching her is the greatest seduction for me. She's a supermodel after all. I could just watch her all day.
She's sipping her sparkling water and I think it's time she had something a little bit harsher. She's gonna need it as a pick me up for what I'm about to do.
"Okay, Charlie, that sounds fine. Let's just make that happen," I say to the guy on the phone.
I walk over to the bar and make a vodka soda with plenty of lime that I bring to Allie. I motion for her to take it and she looks up at me for one second before doing what I say.
"All right, that sounds great. Just get back to me," I say as I hang up the phone.
"Sorry, baby, that was business," I say.
"Don't worry, I'm good. Who wouldn't be good hanging out in this beautiful penthouse?"
That's good. I'm glad she likes my place. Most women do. But most women don't get to spend very much time up here.
Allie's different and I don't know why. Maybe because she's a blast from my past or maybe because I'm actually starting to feel something for her.
It makes my deceitful actions against her feel all the more wrong. But in this moment, I have to focus on what's right, and that's her on my couch under my control.
She sips her vodka like a good girl and I have my own drink.
Then I lower my eyes at her as if to tell her it's time.
Without another word she gets up off the couch and follows me to the bedroom. By now you could label it our sex room.
So much as happened in here with Allie in such a short time. I've done things with her that I wouldn't bother to do with anybody else. The idea of sending her into explosions of multiple orgasms is what gets me off every single day. I want to push her past her limits and give her pleasure like she’s never known. I want to torment her with deviant bliss.
In the room, the shades are already drawn and the lighting is low.
"You know what to do," I say to her.
She sets her drink on the night table and then she proceeds to undress before getting on the bed, ready for me.
The idea of having her like this in ultimate servitude to my every desire has my cock getting harder by the second. It's starting to throb and pulsate at the idea of being inside of Allie. Sure, we did it on the street but I need her properly subjected to my authority and that can only happen in the bedroom where I have my sex toys and ultimate privacy.
I pull out the blindfold and show it to her. Her eyes become wide and I love the look on her face.
"Put it on," I say.
She slips the mask over her eyes and I can stare at her beautiful body without her knowing what I'm doing. She's the most stunning model in the world, and she's all mine.
I don't feel the need to tie her up this time, she's not going anywhere. But I do pull out a pair of nipple clamps from the drawer. She's doubtlessly not so familiar with these.
I trail the cool metal clamps along the sensitive parts of her skin. I run them over her taut belly and along her breasts. She doesn't know what's about to come.
I open the clamps and put one on her nipple and she cries out in pain, mixed with pleasure.
"Baby, trust me, you’re gonna love this," I whisper.
Then I take the other clamp, open it, and position it around her other nipple. She arches her back, writhing with need. I have her right where I want her.
The sensation is certainly sending electrical pulses right down to her pussy that I'm about to devour.
I take off my shirt and bend over the bed. I spread her legs wide so that I can have full access to her at my leisure.
I slowly trace my tongue over lips of her trembling pussy. She quivers, to my delight. I gently flick and lick her clit in tantalizing circles. And then I torment her with the intimacy of my tongue plunging deep inside of her. I go down on her for a long time, fingering her and sucking away all her juices.
Going down on a woman gives me the utmost form of pleasure, but of course it's even more heightened with Allie—everything is.
She's sighing and whining, yielding to my slightest touch. She wants me so bad. Everything about the way her body is quivering tells me so. She loves to be subjected to my ultimate authority. She loves to have me dominate her.
"Tell me, baby, how much you want this," I say.
She says nothing and I growl the words once again.
"Tell me."
"Yes, please," she says, clutching the sheets. "I want you, Xavier. You know I do."
Her admittance gives me the greatest of pleasure. Here she is blindfolded, her nipples clamped, me between her legs, and she's begging for it. It's exactly what I want to hear.
But my possessive nature wants to make sure that she only ever says these words to me. She's mine now. And she needs to understand that.
I take off my pants and get ready to sink my cock deep inside her. Only she doesn't know it because she doesn't see it. I need to hear how bad she wants it one more time before I give her the full pleasure of having me enter her.
"I want to know more, Allie. Tell me more," I say.
She acquiesces easily as her body is aching for it and her mind wants to be sent to paradise, a place that only I can make her go.
"Yes, Xavier. You're the one. You're all I've ever wanted. Please, please make me come," she begs.
Perfect.
I'm not bragging, but I have this effect on women. It's easy to make them tell me what I want to hear. But with Allie, I need to know that she means it. I'm starting to develop real feelings for her and I want to know that I'm not out here on a limb, alone. I want to know that her feelings mirror my own.
I spread her wide and slowly push my cock inside of her, inch by slow inch. It drives her wild when I go slow and I love it. The more I can draw out her pleasure, the better it will be.
And the warmth of her wetness causes sensations to arise within me that are like volcanic sparks. The pressure's building up but I learned a long time ago how to ride it out.
I slide into her and she cries out my name. It's everything I want to hear. The more she tells me that I'm the one she wants the more I feel that what she says is real.
Our connection is true.
Now I just have to figure out how to fix the mess I’ve made and make it last.