Ardor (8 page)

Chapter 9

Picking the tray of baked sweets up off the floor, I began to feed her small bites of the pastry. I would hold onto those tiny morsels in order to enjoy the feel of her warm, wet tongue caressing my fingers.

“Yum.”
She locked eyes with me while she fed me a piece of the flaky pastry; the sweet taste of her flesh and the guava mixture together were making me strain against the zipper of my pants. 

The desire to spread the filling along her throat and down to her breasts was strong. I was willing to bet money that her nipples would be a sweet, rosy pink. I was dying to pinch and pull those peaks into stiffness, and then dress them in the sweet concoction. My control was starting to waiver with each dirty image that flashed through my head.

“What’s going through that mind of yours, Sir?”

There’s that word again.

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Please, Mr. Thomas.”

“Spreading the paste along your throat, collarbones, breasts, your fucking nipples, and then cleaning every inch I’ve just covered with my tongue. My tongue would lavish and worship you. In three little words: eating you whole.”

“Please,” she begged, and the head of my cock leaked profusely at her tone.

“You want that, Jasmine? My tongue flicking and teasing your nipples, making you wanton with desire and need?”

Jasmine groaned in desperation.  “Yes.
Oh, God, yes!”

“Then take off the shirt. Fuck that, lose it all. I don’t want anything in my way.”

Slowly, my girl began to strip for me; her clothing fell to the floor, and then, at long last, I got to see that goddess in her true form. The sole thing left on her small frame was the flimsy set of black lace undergarments she wore. Lace–fucking lace–that left nothing to the imagination and rendered me mute.

“You like?” She giggled, causing the hypnotic spell to break with that glorious sound.

“Fucking love is more like it,” I muttered just loud enough for her to hear before pulling her against my much larger frame. “This,” I pointed my finger at the indecent fabric, “is a beautiful set, sweetheart, and any other day I would love nothing more than to admire it, but today…today I want it gone. Let me see you, beautiful.”

She blushed, but complied at once, and what met my eager eyes was nothing short of perfection.

           Her breasts were a wet dream. They sat high on her chest, two perfect mounds that were just a bit larger than what would fit in my hands. No tan-lines were visible, which led me to believe she sunbathed topless; I shivered at the visual. She had a tight, toned midsection with a small, jeweled belly ring sitting on her cute belly button

So motherfucking sexy.

My eyes traveled lower, and I bit my lip; she was bare—not a stray hair in sight.

Jasmine’s two full lower lips were coated with moisture, and her pretty, little pink clit was sticking out and trembling with need.

Fuck.

I wanted her in the most primal of ways, and was moments away from making that happen, but first I had to make sure.

She might have been standing before me in all her naked glory, and looking for all intents and purposes like a lioness about to pounce, but I needed her to know what would happen the moment my hands were on her.

“Jasmine, baby, are you sure this is what you want? Because once we walk back out onto the floor, I will not stop. I am going to eat you, and then fuck you with my tongue, fingers, and cock. Not one piece of you will be left untouched. Tell me now this isn’t what you want, and we’ll stop…stay quiet, and you’re signing yourself over to me.” Silence. Nothing but silence—and a smile.
Amazing
.

I stood, laying a gentle kiss upon her lips,
then grabbed her hand. I dragged her out of my office toward the front of the store. “Are you ready, baby? Ready to give me what belongs to me; what has always been mine?”

“Yes,” she whispered almost too low for me to hear.

“I can’t hear you, Jasmine. Speak up, tell me what I need to hear or we stop.”

“No!” She pressed herself against me. “Please don’t pull away from me, Gregory,” she pled against my chest. “I need you . . . want you. I’ve been yours since that very first day I met you. The day you interviewed me changed my life. I saw you, and just knew deep inside . . .” Jasmine trailed off, leaving me desperate for her to finish.

“Knew what, Jasmine? What did you know?”

Her big hazel eyes stared back at me with so much affection that I stumbled back.

“I knew that you would be so easy to fa—”

“Stop.”

Her eyes were now looking away.
Don’t hide from me, beautiful
.

“I am asking you to stop, not because I don’t want to hear, but because this conversation needs to be held when we can take our time. I have exactly four hours to mark every inch of you as mine and don’t plan to waste one more of those precious minutes talking.”

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

“I mean it, Jasmine.” Her eyes shone with hope. “Tonight babe, while we are at my house we will talk and everything will be made clear, but for now let me have you.”
Finally. A happy smile stretched across her plump lips.

“Come on, sweet girl, let’s go have some fun.”

Jasmine followed me toward the front of the store to where we would begin our intensive store walk. 

We were almost to the register area when my girl froze, and pulled on my arm to stop.

“Wait, we’re going out there?”

“Yes, beautiful, we have an inspection to conduct.” 

She gave me a wide-eyed look that told me how crazy she thought I was. “Like this?” 

“Oh, yes, we need to do some . . . tests.” 

“What about the cameras? Fuck, Greg, what if this ends up on one of those porn sites?

My mother would kill me!” Jasmine was beginning to freak out, and I knew just the way to stop her.

Leaning in closer to her, I laid a gentle kiss on her lips while running my hands in soothing circles from her shoulders blades to the very tip of her ass. “Listen to me—are you paying attention?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Jasmine, I have turned off all the cameras; not one of them is active and recording.”

“How did you manage that without having the help desk or anyone monitoring our systems realizing you did that?” 

Her tone was one of disbelief; I needed to nip that shit in the bud. “Simple as calling Trevor and letting him know that I was cashing in a favor he owed me, and leave it at that. Just trust me Jasmine.” My words were growled against her throat . . . once again, she shivered. “I would never put you in a position that could ever hurt you.” 

“I like that, you know.”

Okay, that completely threw me off. “What?”

“The fact that you take charge, the demanding tone you use, and how it makes me want to bend to your will. It makes me so wet for you—”

“Then let’s not waste any more time. Do you trust me to continue, Jasmine? Do you want to play?

“Yes.”

“Then follow me, and do as I say.”   

Chapter 10

“Climb on up, baby,” I instructed while patting the first conveyer belt we’d stopped next

to
.

“What?” Confusion was clear on her face.

“Hop up and lay back, sweetheart. Spread those beautiful legs for me, and place your feet flat on the edge.”

She became a flustered mess, starting to tremble before me. Whether it was from anticipation or being scared, I didn’t know, but what I did know was that she was taking too much time to do as I’d asked.

“Now, Jasmine! Get the fuck up here, and spread those thighs. I want to see that pretty pink pussy all wet and drooling on this conveyer belt for me.”

“Oh, God,” she mewled, but remained perfectly still. 

Having had enough, and with no further patience for her lack of response, I scooped her up and deposited her on the conveyer belt myself. Laying her back with arms stretched high above her head, I made sure I had those tempting breasts up high with her nipples at my disposal.

Those pink buds stood erect, looking for all intents and purposes like they could cut glass, yet at the same time melt like butter the moment my tongue would swipe along their pebbled texture. “Look at you, baby. Fuck! So damn tempting that you’re making me lose my goddamn mind. I want to devour every fucking inch of your skin. Will you let me?”

“Please,” my naughty cashier begged.

“Don’t move a fucking inch, Jasmine. I’m not playing; I’m planning to enjoy you the way I’ve always dreamt of doing.” 

My order was met with a groan of approval.

Descending upon her voluptuous breasts with my mouth, I began to lavish the area around her nipples with a series of nips and bites that left my girl squeezing her thighs together and begging for mercy.

I loved the new power I’d acquired.

She wiggled, trying to press herself against me. 

“Stop that,” I demanded against the swell of her breast. I refused to move from my position now that I had her at my disposal and could savor the taste of her naked flesh on my tongue.

Jasmine ignored my request to be still, and began to remove her hands from the position in which I’d left them. I growled at her, and then snapped my teeth around her pebbled nub. 

She screamed.

This served to inflame me further, and made my cock leak down to my balls.
Bad girl.

“What did I say to you?” I inquired while my teeth plucked and tortured her nipple, before my tongue loved the rigid flesh. “Answer me!”

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck . . . bite harder, Sir,” she replied, and my hand landed on her thigh with a harsh sound.

There’s that fucking word again.

I delivered three quick, yet harsh swats over her inner thighs and on the apex of her sex. I was afraid after the last smack landed that I’d taken it too far because she gasped and seemed to be holding in her breath.

“Breathe, baby . . . God
dammit, Jasmine, fucking breathe.”

“Oh, my sweet Jesus, shit . . . Oh, God,” Jasmine repeated once she got a lungful of air

in. 

My naughty girl liked it rough. The conveyer belt was saturated in her essence, and I’d yet to touch her where we both wanted the most.

“Like that, do you my perfect, naughty cashier?” Never giving her a chance to answer, I grabbed both of her hands in one of mine, and then began to attack her buds with renewed vigor.

Biting.

Plucking.

Sucking.

Jasmine was losing her fucking mind; thrashing and moaning out curses and praises while I tortured her breasts. I wanted to have her gush with just the work of my tongue over her breasts, and I succeeded.

Chapter 11

I could tell by the tears in her eyes and the clenching of her muscles that my Jasmine couldn’t take any more of my ministrations.  I released her hands, attached my lips to that sensitive spot behind her ear, and then pinched both of her nipples.

She came hard.

Jasmine was soaked in her own sweetness, and the look of pure bliss she wore let me see her at her most wanton. My girl lost her composure, attacking me with so much vigor that we stumbled backward, and fell to the floor; I landed on my back while Jasmine straddled my chest.

My sweet cashier looked possessed.

“Oh, God. Oh, God . . . fuck, Gregory!” Jasmine screamed the whole time the tremors continued to rock her pussy. 

I’m guessing it didn’t hurt that my hands were gripping her hips, and rubbing her pussy lips and nub against the button of my shirt.

“Too much, stop  . . . please.” 

Her begging was incensing me to the point of no return, and before she could protest, I had maneuvered her into a reverse cowgirl position over my mouth with her legs on either side of my head, and her pussy riding my tongue.

Sweet motherfucking ambrosia exploded on my taste buds.

Without a shadow of doubt, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to go a day without her this way again.

“So good . . .  fuck, you taste sweet, baby girl. Mine. My fucking pussy, baby.” I groaned against her clit, and the vibration of my lips and tongue made her come again, almost violently.

Her hips rose up and off my lips like she wanted me to stop.
Not going to fucking happen.

“Don’t fucking move.” A growl escaped my lips as they ghosted up her thigh. The smell of her arousal and the taste of it on my tongue turned me feral with the need to posses
. I need to mark her
. My inner beast howled before my teeth sunk into her flesh. Two of my fingers sought her entrance, and then began fucking her with an almost angry vigor; I wanted her nectar all over me.

“Please . . . please, please.” Jasmine groaned when it became too much, but didn’t try to move away from me this time. She was fast learning to control herself and follow my instructions. I never knew that dominating someone like that could be so enticing. Fuck that, it was dominating
her
, and her submitting to me that was making this the most intense experience of my life thus far.

“Good girl,” I cooed, and asked her for more of her sweet release. My fingers began to curl inside of her, looking for that special section of tissue that would cause her to flood my mouth, and I found it. Slowly, I began to massage the roughened patch giving her enough to tense her body and lose control, but not enough to come.

“What is that, Sir? What the hell is happening to me?” Jasmine’s screams became gibberish the moment my tongue flicked her protruding nub.

One more swipe of my tongue, and she would—

“Fuck!” Gush. 

God.

With her thighs trembling, muscles
spasming, and her body swaying, Jasmine looked ready to crash.

“Relax, baby, take a moment to breathe. That was intense for the both of us.” 

She nodded against my crotch, and nuzzled my girth. I groaned and pushed my hips up toward her face. The little minx waved two fingers at me asking for a breather, and then went back to breathing and blowing hot air over my cock’s head.

I can’t recall how long we laid there in that uncomfortable sixty-nine position. Could’ve been hours, could’ve been minutes. Not that it mattered; my girl was in obvious need of the

break, but I was more than ready for my turn.

My cock couldn’t take the feel of Jasmine’s lips so close and not be engulfed down her throat anymore. I wanted to see her wrapped around me; I needed it.

I waited with patience for my cue, planning in my head all the ways I could take her. She lifted her head a little, and looked into my eyes, ignorant of the fantasies running amuck in my mind of all the ways I could penetrate her pussy.

Jasmine’s stare was intense—loaded with sexual tension when she ran a single slim finger over the wet patch of pre-come on my pants, and I had enough.

The zucchini’s and yellow squash’s would have to wait as it was time for me to introduce that little girl to the glorious world of sucking my cock.

None too gently, I tapped her on her ass twice, and then asked her to get up. Slow to rise,

Jasmine rubbed her body and pussy on me while she made her way to stand.

I was shocked, and oh so pleased by Miss Velez’s desire to mark me with her scent.

“So, my naughty little cashier, are you ready for more? Are you ready to please your boss?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Fuck me; she didn’t realize what she did to me with that single word. Or maybe she did, and that’s why she kept on flinging it at me.

Without care, I tossed her over my shoulder, and then carried her toward the back of the store—to the bakery, to be precise. 

So much could be done with all the delicious concoctions that resided in that area of my store. Chocolate, fruit fillings, confectionary sugars, and icings of all types housed the shelves, leaving the possibilities endless.

“Put me down, you goof.” Jasmine giggled before letting out a deep seated moan when

my
palm connected with her rear. 

I began to tease the warming skin with the pads of my fingers, tracing her crack, and the area where her thigh and ass met.

She felt divine under my control.

Reaching the bakery, and with a firm grip on her hips, I brought her back down to the ground, letting her slither down my front and rub against the hardness of my cock on purpose.

I hissed when the tip of me met her warmth; she was still so wet. Her nectar was now mixing with mine on the front of my slacks; I could feel the pool of wetness we created and the heady scent was driving me to the brink of insanity.

“Miss Velez, I want you on your knees, and don’t move a fucking muscle until I return.

Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”
Cheeky little thing even gave me a mock salute causing me to chuckle.

Walking away, I did a mental inventory in my head of what I knew we had in the giant freezer. I knew just the thing I was after, but the possibilities of adding a little extra seemed fun.

My legs carried me straight to the back freezer, and to the hidden jackpot that old Mrs.

Johnson always left there each night for the following day.

The Bavarian crème was chilled, but would probably melt the moment contact was made with my throbbing member. My plan was to drench my cock; the mess would probably be insane, but I knew my girl wouldn’t mind licking it off any inch of me that became covered.

Returning to where I’d left her behind, I was happy to see she was still in place as I’d instructed: on her knees and waiting for me.

I could get used to that.

“My sweet Jasmine, for today I’ve decided that we’re going to play a game. I’ve always wondered how many licks from that sweet tongue of yours it would take for me to erupt; today, baby, we find out.”

Her eyes dilated, becoming almost black, and then her tongue snuck out to entice me while she dragged it across her lips—slow and sensual.

I wanted to paint those lips with my come; give her
her
own special kind of lip gloss.

“Are we ready, Jasmine? You ready to worship my cock?” 

Her response was to mewl like a starving kitten. She mumbled something unintelligible while I began taking off my shirt. Her thighs wore the evidence of the effect I had on her, and I could see the desire burning deep in her eyes. How impatient she was to get me near.

I loved every fucking minute of it.

“Can I finish undressing you, Sir?”
Oh, baby, you never have to ask.

“Never ask me that question again, Jasmine.” 

She looked up at me with curiosity; so many emotions and questions passing over her

face
. 

“I meant it when I said that I was falling for you. I care about you . . . us. This isn’t a onetime deal for me, baby.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, lip trembling.

“Okay, enough. We’ll talk about this later, over dinner.” A tiny smile formed on her succulent lips at my words. “However, for now, we play.”

Her warm hands began to undo my belt, then pulled it through the hoops before flinging it off to the side. The loud clank of the buckle hitting the floor in the empty store made us both jump, and for a minute we laughed with excitement.

Nimble fingers undid the button to my slacks, but it was Jasmine’s teeth, and her tongue kissing my hips and the “V” leading down before pulling the zipper down that made me groan.

She bit, licked, and sucked on every inch of tanned skin she could find, leaving me at her mercy.

“You taste so fucking good. You’re addictive, Gregory,” Jasmine murmured while the head of my cock swiped pre-come on her lips. Mercifully she took me in; at first just the head where she swirled her tongue in the slit at the very top, and then nibbled on the tip.

If I died at this very moment, I would die a very happy man.