Beyond Temptation (14 page)

Sheridan fixed him with an uncompromising gaze. ‘You could always fix that. Property deeds are easy to manipulate, and you employ enough solicitors around here to sort out a little problem like that.’

She watched him consider the idea.

His thoughtful smile illuminated his face and she knew that he was going to acquiesce. The idea increased the warmth between her legs and she could feel the thrust of her nipples hardening.

‘Is that really what you want?’

‘Will you give it to me, as a token?’

‘Consider it yours. I’ll find the paperwork this afternoon and get the shysters to amend it.’

She threw her arms around him and embraced him tightly. She knew her breasts were pushing close to him. Their sudden embrace was having exactly the effect she had desired. The thrust of his cock throbbed urgently against the flat of her stomach and she felt the thrill of triumph take over.

‘Will you give me the deeds?’ she asked him excitedly. ‘Wrapped in ribbon, with a bow on the top? Will you give them to me?’

‘Of course I will.’ He gave her a curious frown. ‘I’ll give the papers to you tonight, over dinner, if I can organise it that quick.’

He seemed bewildered by her sudden enthusiasm for the property and Sheridan tried to quell her excitement before it made him suspicious.

‘I’ll get on to it now,’ he said, taking a wary step back to his desk.

She followed him. There was a salacious smile on her lips.

‘Hold on a moment, Harold,’ she began, as he settled himself in his chair. He had started to glance querulously over the desk’s top, as though he were looking for his telephone.

‘Harold?’

Her soft cry caught his attention. He looked up.

‘What about my token to you?’

He frowned and she realised he hadn’t even thought about this element of their agreement.

‘I don’t have a lot that I can give you,’ she began carefully.

She held her fingers over the tab of her jacket’s zipper, not quite pulling it down, but emphasising the deep valley of her cleavage.

His attention was captured immediately.

He stared into her face and swallowed.

Lasciviously, Sheridan licked her lips. Her lipstick was a dark, sultry red, giving the broad swell of her mouth a ripe and luscious sheen. She could see that he wanted to kiss her and she allowed the moment to stretch out intolerably.

‘I can’t give you a manor house, but the little I can do should be enough of a token.’

He started to shift forward in his seat, trying to get close to her once again. She moved in front of him before he could stand up. She allowed him a moment to study her nubile body in the figure-hugging black PVC. She stroked her fingers against the top of her stockings to draw his attention to her legs.

‘You’re desperate for me, aren’t you, Harold?’

‘God, yes.’

She smiled. ‘I have to admit, you make me feel different. I’ve never met a man who makes me feel the way you do.’ It was an honest enough comment, she rationalised, although she doubted Harold had given it the interpretation she truly meant. The thought made a broad smile cross her pouting lips. Her eyes shone as she grinned at him.

‘You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,’ Harold assured her.

Sheridan shook her head. ‘But I want to do something for you,’ she insisted. ‘You’ll be giving me so much with Holbert Manor. I’m sure there must be a small favour I can do for you in return.’

He gaped at her as she drew the zipper slowly downwards. She was naked beneath it and he was gripped by the tantalising sight of her bare breasts. He had been treated to her cleavage before and she had allowed him to drool over the sight of her nipples thrusting against the thin cotton of her tight tops, but this was the first time she had ever shown her bared breasts to him.

He swallowed. His gaze was rapt at the splendour of her bosom.

‘I’ve made a vow to remain chaste until my wedding night,’ Sheridan told him. ‘But then, you know that already, don’t you?’

He nodded. His head moved up and down so quickly she was reminded of the dogs that sat on the parcel shelves in the backs of cars. There was something about the movement and the absence of intellect in the glassy stare that made the comparison seem perfect.

‘But, just because I want to retain my virginity, that doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure you,’ she whispered.

He muttered something inaudible. Sheridan felt certain it was a whisper of consent. Kneeling down in front of him, she rubbed her hands over his inner thighs and smiled coyly up at him.

‘You’ll forgive me if my inexperience makes me do this all wrong, won’t you?’

He nodded graciously. She sensed that his arousal was too great for words and she chuckled to herself as she thought how easy it had been to manipulate him. With a sly smile, she moved her head close to the bulge at the front of his pants. She began to rub deliberately at the spot where his erection lay. Her fingers released the button at his waistband and she slowly tugged his zipper down. By the time she had pulled it to the bottom, his cock was pressing urgently for release. She saw the shape of his thick length forcing itself against the fabric of his underpants.

‘You are excited, aren’t you?’ she whispered, tracing her fingertip over the shape of his bulge. The cock twitched beneath her touch.

‘I’ve dreamt of you doing this,’ he told her.

She smiled up at him. Her grin masked the scorn she felt for him.

‘Let’s see if I can make your dream come true.’

Reaching to the top of the underpants, she pulled them down, releasing his rigid length from its confines. The head of his shaft stood hard and proud, inches from her face. She saw the tip was swollen and the veins along his thickness throbbed.

‘You have a lovely prick,’ she told him absently. ‘I must be a fool, having denied myself this for so long.’

She curled her fingers around him, feeling his warmth stiffen.

Sheridan tried to keep her face away from him when she spoke, aware that this was going to be a true test of her acting abilities. She wasn’t a great lover of fellatio. The act had too many submissive overtones for her palate. But it would push Harold into getting her what she wanted and, for that, Sheridan was willing to make this concession. She could always indulge her genuine appetites with Wayne after this, she remembered.

That thought sent the pulse between her legs soaring.

It occurred to her that she could be a real bitch if she wanted. Harold was so pliant and eager to please her that she could suddenly develop a bout of ‘conscience’ and refuse to do any more. She could back away, leave him with his cock in his hand and tell him that she didn’t know what had come over her.

He was gullible enough to believe her charade of virginity. Such an act wouldn’t have been out place.

The idea of leaving him in such a state of torture excited her but she knew it wasn’t really an option. She wanted Holbert Manor and this small act of submission was going to get it for her. It was a price that she was more than happy to pay. Stroking his shaft thoughtfully between her fingers, she moved her mouth closer. The tip of her tongue extended and she pressed it against the dark eye in the head of his cock.

Harold shivered in his seat.

His cock twitched in her hand and she realised he was dangerously close to the point of climax already. Placing her lips around his length, she sucked on the end of his shaft. His cock was quickly covered with the wetness of her saliva as she moved her mouth up and down.

‘Too fast,’ he whispered. He forced the words between lips that barely moved, as though speaking too loudly might push him beyond the point of containing his climax. His fingers moved to her multicoloured hair and he tried to pull her away.

His reluctance only encouraged Sheridan. Ignoring the prickle of pain in her head as he gripped her hair, she continued to move her mouth faster and faster along his stiff cock. Whatever pain she endured now, she could pay it back to the head of Harold’s sales staff in the car park. A gleeful giggle of arousal threatened to burst from her throat as she tasted the first sticky drops of his pre-come.

‘You’re doing that too well,’ he told her urgently. ‘I’m going to come.’

She moved her mouth from his cock and, after brushing his hands from her hair, glanced up at him. A silver thread trailed from her lower lip to the head of his shaft.

‘I’m no expert on these matters,’ she began slowly, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, ‘but isn’t that the intention?’

He seemed confused, torn between his need for satisfaction and his desire to do the right thing.

Bored with his vacillation, Sheridan moved her mouth around him once again. It was a fairly pleasant cock, she supposed. The thickness would feel delicious between her legs, and she had already decided that she would enjoy that pleasure in the not too distant future. However, before she gave Harold the privilege of such a gift, she wanted the property deeds from him. As she sucked hard on the thick shaft, she was struck by a picture of him beneath her. She didn’t dare share the image with him. In her mind’s eye he was tied to a bed, struggling for release and trying not to wince as she scratched her talon-like fingernails down his bare chest. The thought evoked another wave of excitement. The lips of her sex were touched by a rush of fluid warmth.

‘I mean it. I’m going to come,’ he gasped.

She paused. Her fingers were on the base of his length and she held his stiff cock deliberately still. Moving her mouth away from him, she left his erection alone for a moment, watching his face as he struggled to stave off his climax. His expression was fraught as he attempted to deny his body’s urgent need for release.

Sheridan watched as he eventually gained control.

She could see that he had wanted to come and she knew that her own deliberate hesitation had stopped him. The feeling of control quickened her pulse.

‘Was I doing that wrong?’

He shook his head. Anguished breath spat from between his lips.

Again, she was tempted to just leave him. The idea of having him spend a day struggling with the need for release and unable to vent it appealed to the darker side of her nature. Normally she was all too eager to listen to that voice but common sense told her that such an indulgence on this occasion could work against her. Moving her mouth over his cock, she began to suck him again.

He growled. The sound came out as a shuddering sigh. His rigid length filled her mouth as she allowed the end of his cock to touch the back of her throat. He was leaking so much pre-come she began to wonder if he had already climaxed. It was only his tortured groans that reassured her he was still trapped on the point of release. Swallowing the sticky fluid she drew her lips along his shaft and smiled up at him. It was obvious that he was close to coming and Sheridan decided that, if she wasn’t going to stop him, she would definitely prolong his agony.

‘Is this normal?’ she asked with feigned innocence. She moved her free hand to her exposed breasts and touched a finger against the taut bud of one nipple. ‘I feel hard and excited here,’ she said, bringing his attention to her nipple. Rolling the rigid tip between finger and thumb she gave a theatrical sigh and said, ‘I’ve never felt like this before. It’s so delightful it almost hurts to touch.’

Even without using her mouth she saw he was moving ever closer to the point of orgasm. His gaze was fixed on her nipple as she rolled it between her fingers. She could read his desire in the open expression on his face.

‘That’s how it should feel,’ he croaked.

She nodded, releasing the breast with a gentle caress. She moved her mouth towards his cock again and then faltered. Sitting back, she watched the frown crease his brow and knew he was enduring an agony as he waited for her to push him past the brink. It was difficult to suppress her tight, sadistic smile but she doubted he would have seen it anyway. Her exposed breasts were drawing his gaze like a magnet.

‘Since you’re an expert,’ she began, ‘is this other thing normal?’

‘What other thing?’

She shifted forward and put a hand behind her. Carefully, she tugged the gusset of her PVC panties to one side and stroked a finger against the wetness that lay between her legs. Sheridan doubted Harold could see what she was doing. From his position in the chair, she suspected her body was hiding the sight of her fingers sliding against her shaved ‘virginal’ labia. But in his mind’s eye she didn’t doubt he had seen every lurid detail.

When she brought her fingers away from herself, they glistened with a slick coating. She raised her hand to his face, allowing him to inhale the musky scent of her juices.

‘Is it normal for me to be wet like this?’ she asked innocently.

It was hard to say the words without grinning. His grimace told her he was being tortured with euphoria. Deliberately she stroked her wet fingers against his lips.

Harold groaned and writhed from side to side in his chair. He was nodding fiercely in reply to her question but seemed lost for the words to respond.

Smiling up at him, Sheridan moved her fingers down and stroked them slowly along his shaft. She drew out every agonising moment of his enjoyment.

He was close to coming.

He was so close she doubted she could hold him off for much longer. Stalling for time, adamant she would stretch out his ordeal for as long as possible, Sheridan allowed her hand to fall away from him.

‘Excuse me a moment,’ she said, standing up. With an apologetic smile she explained, ‘These panties are so hard to get straight from this position. And I don’t want to be showing myself off to anyone who should suddenly walk in here.’

He acted as though he hadn’t heard. He looked mesmerised as he watched her stand up.

Knowing he was desperate for release, Sheridan took her time. She raised the hem of her short PVC skirt and tugged her panties down slowly in her attempt to readjust them.

Her pale blonde pussy hairs had been shaved into an exclamation mark that was dotted by the lips of her sex and framed by the tops of her fishnet stockings and her shiny black skirt. She didn’t doubt that the sight was having the desired effect on Harold. She saw his gaze was fixed on her cleft and she drew her finger against the wetness of her lips.