Chapter Five
Ella
Oh, god!
The feeling of his thick, rough finger sliding down my wet lips was electric. I wanted to moan, wanted to gasp or cry out at the sensations he dragged from my body. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
And that made it so much sweeter.
“What a good little sub you are,” he said into my ear, raising prickles of goosebumps down my arms. He reached around, untucked my shirt, scooped my breast out of my bra. “And your fucking tits are magnificent,” he growled low in my ear making me shiver from toes to tips.
I bit my lip as he twanged my nipple just this side of too hard, sending jolts of hot electric desire down my spine and right into my already drenched pussy.
I have never wanted anyone so much or so badly in my whole life. I didn’t care that we were kind of in public. I didn’t care that if anyone found out I’d probably lose my job. I didn’t care that I didn’t know him. I had to have him, that’s what I knew and that’s what I cared about.
No one had ever made me so hot, so wet, so damn fast.
He slid a finger between my outer lips, slowly stroking the silky, wet folds beneath. He grazed across my clit, just for a moment, and then he went back to teasing, long strokes.
I swiveled and rocked my hips against him, trying to get more. I wanted to come so badly, and he was teasing me so, so much.
“Uh-uh. No moving little sub. Stay still, be quiet. Let me enjoy this sweet little pussy exactly how I want.”
I didn’t think I could stay still AND be quiet. I gritted my teeth, planted my feet and didn’t move.
“That’s it, you really are the perfect little sub, aren’t you? You won’t need hardly any training at all.” He nipped my ear as he said the words and pressed his enormous cock against my thigh as he unzipped his pants. “Turn around,” he said gruffly, pulling at my hips.
I did and was met with the largest, most impressive cock I’d ever seen in my life. Not that I’d seen many. My mouth actually watered at the sight of it, so much that I had to swallow.
He noticed too, a crooked smile spreading across his face as he watched my throat contract. “You like?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “I like it very much.”
He smiled again, and lifted me by the waist, setting me on the stack of chairs. “There, we go, that puts you just at the right height.” He picked my legs up, crooked them at the knee and rested them on either side of the chair, splaying me out for his perusal. “For fuck’s sake, Ella. You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I looked down, embarrassed by his scrutiny.
He got down on his knees and teased me with a fingertip, sliding it down my lips. Then, without warning he and planted his face right in me, licking, sucking, swirling. Doing all the perfect, amazing things that made me want to squirm and squeal and climb the damn walls. Everything he did was exactly right. Until he found something else, and then that was exactly right. He lapped at my lips and clit until I was about to come, then he slid a thick finger inside me.
“Oh my fucking god,” I whispered as he fingered me from the inside, dragging the pad of his finger across my g-spot. I wiggled on the chair as the pressure and tension built between my legs. I spread my legs wider, tugging at my outer lips so he could get in there even better. I ground my pelvis against his face, knowing I was breaking the rules and not caring one little bit about the punishment. He pressed his free hand against the top of my pussy, keeping me still, and sucked on my clit as he shoved another finger in me.
And that was it. That pushed me over. I wailed, screaming as I came all over his hand, gushing my hot, sweet juices down over the beautiful upholstered chairs.
“You’re a fucking geyser,” he said, smiling at the mess I’d made as I shivered with aftershocks.
I nodded. “I know,” I said thickly.
“I’ll have to remember that,” he said and stood, huge cock bobbing as he did. “But until then, we have the matter of your punishment to deal with. You did break the rules, Ella.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, lowering my eyes, still shivering from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
“And how would you like to be punished, little sub?”
“Any way you see fit, sir.”
A rumbly noise deep in his throat rattled its way passed his lips. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Ella.”
I met his heavy gaze. “I never do, sir.”
“In that case,” he said, “We’ll have to wait on your punishment until I’m properly equipped.”
“Equipped, sir?” I asked, eyes still lowered lashes fluttering.
He groaned again, this time a bit longer. “Yes, Ella. I’ll need some things from my hotel room. I’ll pick you up after my evening meetings tonight.”
“Yes, sir.” My heart raced at the thought of seeing him again.
“Now,” he said leaning over and taking my wrists. “It’s my turn to see what these little hands can do.”
I grabbed his cock with both hands and stroked it. It felt amazing, soft and velvety, but also so firm and hard. I couldn’t wait to have it inside me.
“I love how my cock looks in your tiny hands,” he said and thrust himself into my hands.
“Thank you, sir,” I said softly, trying my best to get him off as fantastically as he had for me.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that, Ella,” he said when I stroked him in a corkscrew fashion, each hand going different directions. “Yeah, fuck, that’s it, sweetie, just like that.”
His massive cock seemed to grow even harder and then with a guttural noise, he came, spewing all over my thighs.
When his breathing returned to normal he leaned in close. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Ella. And we’re going to have so much fun.”
“Yes, sir,” I said as he laid a kiss on my cheek.