I watch from the window as the car drives through streets the large rear seat of the car is bigger than my couch back in Kansas. The raincoat slides across the leather as the driver turns each corner. I grab the coat and stop it from coming open and revealing my naked body to the driver.

“Not far now Miss, just a few more blocks,” James, the driver says as he continues to drive me to Christian’s house. I know that tonight’s the night and I can’t wait.

“Thank you, James.”

I find myself wondering about the outside and inside of Christian’s home. He’s dark and moody at work, and I’ve come to realize that he has a strong need for sexual satisfaction which is more than just fucking. He wants me to do things to excite him and me both, and most of which I would never have dreamed of in a million years, that is until now.

The driver turns into the driveway and punches the code into the control panel, and the large gates open and I can see the dimly lit driveway stretching before us.

“Shit, it’s a long driveway.”

I really need to stop saying exactly what’s going through my mind. Especially in front of strangers and the man that I want to take and seduce me right now.

“He likes his privacy,” James replies as he glances in the rear-view mirror.

I lower my head and look from the windscreen; the house is ultra-modern and is lit by spotlights placed in specific locations. It appears from the darkness like a draconian structure, and I can see it has been constructed to intimidate and to impress whoever lays eyes on it.

The car comes to a gliding halt, and James jumps out of the driver’s seat, he opens the rear door.

“Here you go Miss, enjoy your evening,” he says with a smile and a wink.

I hesitate for a moment as he jumps out and opens the door for me. I walk towards the front door and as I approach, the front light, naturally motion detection censored bursts into life. As I am about to push the doorbell, the door opens, and Christian’s in front of me. His hair’s slicked back and slightly damp, and he’s wearing a skin-tight t-shirt which clings to his body.

I can see his abs outlined by the fabric and immediately imagine me running my fingers over his stomach. He’s also wearing jogging pants, and is barefoot, he appears totally at ease with the situation, yet I have butterflies inside my stomach. I’m entering into unknown territory, not just with Christian, but also with the whole no panties and raincoat thing.

Christian welcomes me into the large hallway, the vastness of the stone floor appears like a sea of granite, and the coolness of it emanates and enhances the cold feeling of his home. The office has more soft furnishings than this place, and it feels cold and bare like an art gallery. Everything’s immaculately placed, yet there is more than enough space which can house a lot more things.

“Before we go any further, slip these on,” Christian says as he hands me a pair of black stiletto heels.

I look at the heels and can see they are expensive, and as luck would have it, they’re exactly my size. He’s so observant, I don’t think that I even know what size shoes any of the girls wear in the office, yet he does and he’s a man.

“How do you know what size I am?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, I know and see everything that goes on in the office, you just have to be observant,” he replies and once again I feel so naive with him. He knows everything, even without it being confirmed to him.

I slip on the heels, and I’m amazed at their comfort, they fit me like a glove and make my legs look a hell of a lot longer. I look hot; I think to myself as I glance in the mirror.

“I must say, you look most beautiful tonight, even if you are in a raincoat,” he says as he tugs at the belt teasing me.

“Why thank you,” I reply as I grip the raincoat, “so how was the video on your desk?” I ask as my eyes sparkle at the thought of him watching.

“It was fantastic, and fastening the camera to the dildo was very inventive, and scorching. Even I never thought of that.”

I’m about to say something, but then he drops the belt to the floor. I gather my thoughts and curiosity gets he better of me.

“Do you have made videos like that before?” I ask with a furrowed expression on my face.

“Just a figure of speech dear, just a figure of speech.” He starts to lead me towards his office.

“Isobel, are you gonna keep that coat on, or hang it in the closet?”

“Oops, I was miles away, I’m just taken aback by how big your house is and do you live here alone?” I slip open the raincoat and drop it onto a nearby chair. I can’t believe that all this space is only for him.

“Yes.”

Then the cold-hearted Christian returns. The one that I’d met over four weeks ago. I stand with my legs slightly apart, my new heels stretching my legs, the dark stockings and suspender belt sitting high in contrast against my fair skin. I place my hands on my hips.

“Christian do you like what you see?”

“If you wore glasses, you would look like one horny motherfucking school teacher, that is how you look! And without glasses, you just look horny as fuck,” he says as he continues to walk towards his office.

I hear the sound of the heels, clip clop clip clop they make on the hard floor, each step closer to the private domain of his office.

“I hope it’s a little warmer in there, it’s a bit chilly in the hall, and my nipples are already hard.” I look at my arms and can see small goosebumps appear.

We enter into the office. Bookshelves don the walls, thousands of books, and the center showpiece is his large black oak desk.

“Welcome to my lair,” he says as he waves his arm across the area as if showing me everything with one gesture.

“It looks a lot cozier in here, that’s for sure. Nothing like your office at work.”

I’m waiting for him to say something, but he’s just watching me as his blue eyes turn dark. I’m feeling nervous not sure what to do next.

“So, is that where you sat when you watched me come on your work desk?” I ask as I point towards his chair.

“Yes.”

“Did you come too?”

I want to know if I’m the only one that was satisfied earlier in his office. It’s as if he makes me come harder every single time. Just the thought of him, and the idea of touching him. I want to touch him so badly that it hurts.

“Hell yes, my cock was throbbing and I shot my load all over the computer screen and keyboard.” He has a devilish grin on his face.

“I’m new to things like that, but I sure felt horny while I knew that you were watching.”

I start to realize that we may have crossed a bridge, but I’m the one that seems to be doing all the talking. I decide that I’ve had enough, I want him to take me. He must know that by now. I’ve followed his instructions, I must have passed the test. That’s if all this is a test.

“All that was going through my mind was about right now. About it being real. You and I having sex,” I strut towards his desk hoping that this will give him the temptation that he needs to take me.

He wraps his arms around me and lifts me onto his desk without saying a word.

I watch as Christian removes his shirt, his ripped body looking like he has been photoshopped on the computer… it was that perfect.

“Damn! Your body’s perfect,” I hum as I run my fingers down his abs and tug at the cord on his jogging bottoms.

I bite my lip as he slips his jogging bottoms to the floor, and I can see his cock hanging freely for me. Christian grabs my ankles and places my feet on the edge of the desk, my heels sliding as he spreads my legs apart.

“I want to see your cunt.”

I’m taken aback by his abruptness, but as always I do exactly as he says, so I spread my legs wider and part my pussy lips with my fingers; I can feel my clit is exposed and in full view. I raise my head and can see Christian has grabbed his cock and he’s stroking it. He’s getting hard as he stares at my pussy. The head of his cock swelling and forcing back his foreskin, I want it in my mouth, and I want it in my pussy.

I watch as Christian climbs onto the desk and kneels over me; he pushes his erection down towards my mouth, I move my arms and can feel all the papers falling to the floor. I raise my head and open my mouth, and can feel Christian place his hand under my head as he slides his cock into my mouth.

I can feel his veins pumping as I wrap my lips tighter around his cock. I push against his stomach with my hands.

“I want your cock inside me.”

He puts his finger on my lip and says, “I’m the one that gives out the commands. Not you.”