King (27 page)

I
started to remove the shimmering cream and silver paper slowly as he watched me
intently, frowning as I revealed my gift with absolutely no idea of what it
was, but suspecting the shiny silver domed, egg shaped article with a small
flat base would be going in one of my orifices. I decided to play dumb. “I
don’t really cook much, but thanks” I smiled at him as a puzzled frown
flickered across his smirking face. “It’s not a kitchen gadget Charlotte”. I
couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t know Jason, whatever happened to flowers?”

“So,
where will you be inserting it?” I giggled as he smiled broadly. “I intend to
take your virginity tonight” he said winking at me and now it was my turn to
look puzzled. “I’m not a virgin” I frowned as he slipped his fingers under my
dress, stroking them across my
pantyless
pussy as I
gasped and wriggled against him. “Not here you’re not, but here....” he smiled,
moving wet fingers over the entrance to my back passage. “Here you most
definitely are” he grinned as I gasped audibly, freezing on the spot. “Not for
long though Charlotte, and our little friend here is going to help you get
ready for my rock hard cock” he growled, firing up my libido, my brain racing
as to just exactly how Jason was going to manage to get
that
in
there
. It sounded
like he had a plan, and my little gift would form a part of it, and I was happy
to follow his experienced lead as he teased me mercilessly on the private back
seat of his luxurious car, knowing that by the time we had reached his house I
would be ready for anything.

He
kissed me deeply and passionately as soon as we reached his bedroom in an
embrace that knocked the air from my lungs and had my knees buckling weakly. He
was tender in his strength and I hoped he would take this slowly. Everything in
this relationship was new, unique and different and tonight would be no
exception. It was overwhelming and wonderful but the thought of anal
penetration with Jason King was enough to send my head spinning into overdrive.
Already he filled me completely in a space meant to stretch and accommodate
such a powerful virile man. Elsewhere, well I wasn’t quite as convinced. He
seemed to sense my unease, cupping my face in his hands and gazing at me
intently as my tension eased. “You need to relax Baby” he said softly. “If
you’re not ready, we’ll wait until you are. It can be wonderful and mind blowing
and you know the safe word. I will know when you’re ready but I need you to
trust me. Do you trust me?” I smiled and nodded, looking deeply into those
beautiful blue eyes, everlasting pools of black that captivated me every time I
saw them. I knew he wouldn’t push it, wouldn’t move too fast and my body
instinctively trusted him to take me to a realm of pleasure and desire I had
never known, but tonight, I was waiting for my brain to catch up.

He
undressed me slowly, kissing my neck, sending delicious shivers all over my
skin as he shed my clothes, bending to slide down my skirt and stockings and
sucking hard on my erect nipples on his way back up as I moaned at the contact.
I loved to be so near him naked when he was fully clothed in his beautiful tailored
suit looking utterly divine, masculine and powerful. There was something
inherently predatory and sexual about it and I craved his unique brand of
pleasure insanely as he picked me up in his arms, carrying me onto the bed and
sitting me on his lap, kissing me softly and tenderly and it was exactly the
build up I needed for something so intimate.

“I
want to tie you up” he whispered, unknotting his tie and sliding it around his
pristine white collar, binding my hands in front of me as I watched him, swallowing
hard.
 
My stomach was exploding with
excitement and my heart almost pounding out of my chest, as he fastened the
silk around my wrists tightly, checking it was secure as he nuzzled into my
neck again, picking me up and placing me on the bed like a captive little
slave. He moved to the huge chest at the side of the room and opened a drawer
to retrieve what looked like a thin length of rope as I gazed up at him wide
eyed. “Pull your knees up to your chest” he growled sexily, binding my ankles
together in the rope and knotting them in a way I was completely unfamiliar
with, as I wondered if he had been a cub scout. I couldn’t part my hands or my
legs as the bindings dug gently into my skin, but the lust in his face was a
major aphrodisiac as he looked down at me, handsome features etched in pure
carnal need and I knew I would at least try.

“Is
that comfortable?” and I couldn’t help but laugh at the question. “Not really
Jason” I grinned as the trademark smirk lit his face. “What’s the safe word?”
“Mercedes” I said, hoping that I would be far too busy enjoying myself under
his expert touch to need it. He flipped me over without warning as I squealed,
so I was resting on my forearms face down on the bed, pulling my arse high in
the air as I flushed with embarrassment. Jason King had managed to capture me
in the most exposed position ever and I was at his absolute mercy, bound and
imprisoned and desperate for his touch.

He
was taking his time, running a trail of soft kisses down every inch of my
spine, warm firm hands running over my buttocks, massaging the soft flesh
gently before moving to stroke between my legs in the most delectable fashion
as I whimpered beneath him. I was breathing hard through bliss and need,
revelling in the sensations exploding through my skin as my centre grew needier
and needier for his expert attention. If I was incredibly vulnerable and
humiliated my body didn’t care, responding wildly to each practised touch,
every nerve cell lighting and firing pleasure signals to my confused brain as
he caressed my sensitive wet centre, lubricating my clit deliciously, his
smalls sounds of appreciation fuelling my arousal as he ground his erection,
still encased in his tailored trousers against my exposed flesh.

“So
beautiful” he whispered against my neck, “You look so hot tied up for my
pleasure and on show for me Charlotte” he growled kissing me gently, appeasing
my tormented brain. It was worth it for this, the feel and the sound of him as
I relaxed into his rhythm, ignoring my discomfort in favour of the wonderful
waves of pleasure radiating from my core as his fingers circled my clit gently
and others moved inside me. The right amount of pressure on my sensitive G-
spot and I was lost, moving in time with his skilled fingers, back and forth as
much as my restraints would allow. I felt his thumb at my tight back entrance
and I stilled, nervous, anxious and excited in equal measure. “
Sssshhh
Baby, relax” he whispered, kissing my neck,
massaging the sweet pleasure spot inside me, driving me closer and closer to
the edge as I groaned out loud.

He
slid his wet thumb back in place, pushing gently against me and I was so
consumed with the powerful pleasure that this time I didn’t still, I was ready
for what he had to give me, I trusted him to make it perfect, wonderful, and
suspended my fears, relaxing as he’d asked, when I felt the cold burst of
lubricant against my skin. I was grinding against his fingers inside me and
those circling my clit as he kissed me, caressing with his soft full lips and teeth
and I was lost, drowning in desire. The familiar pulsing coming from deep, deep
inside of me tonight, and I knew I was about to be consumed, screaming his name
as I shuddered violently, lost in the heavenly burst of bliss that exploded
through every inch of my being in ever increasing circles, until my toes curled
and spots appeared behind my closed eyes and his rhythm was relentless, even
now. Normally he would give me a moment at least to recover, but not tonight,
and before the pressure could even subside it was building again like a coiled
spring, right in my centre waiting to erupt outwardly, spreading ecstasy
through every synapse and it was all I could do to breathe.

“Beautiful,
beautiful girl” he whispered against me as I moaned out loud at the sound of
his voice that split through the haze like a call to my heart. I didn’t notice
the strange sensation of fullness at first but I noticed it now, as he moved
his attention to my clit and I could feel his nakedness. The man was a sexual
magician. I wasn’t sure when he had inserted my little silver gift or when the
hell he had got himself undressed, but he had managed both, while coaxing my
sensitive body to the most earth shattering orgasm imaginable and I was well on
my way to another.

I
swallowed as he manoeuvred the object gently inside me, filling me with a
myriad of conflicting sensations I had never experienced before, mixing
deliciously with his continued attention to my highly sensitive pussy. It was
tight and strange, new nerves exploding around it, blissful and intoxicating
and I was craving more of the feeling, craving him. I was grinding back against
his incredible touch and moaning loudly, consumed with pleasure and passion as
he moved it around, igniting me and teasing me before plunging his naked cock
inside me. I felt fuller than I ever thought possible, my muscles clenching
around him as he gently removed my gift and more than anything I wanted to feel
him there. Hard warm flesh to replace the cold metal as he pulled out gently,
continuing to stroke me, unleashing the pleasure with perfect pressure, as the
fingers of his other hand opened me up and I braced myself. “I’m going to fuck
you now?” He said softly as I moaned my approval, every nerve inside me on fire
and desperate for the fullness I had felt before.

I
gasped as the hot hard head of his lubricated cock pressed against me, relaxing
to allow him access as he eased gently inside me and I ground back against him
to drive him deeper, teetering on the edge of orgasm from the skilled fingers
on my clit, and relishing him as he eased his way in. His beautiful erection
was pushing against the tight muscles, his moans spurring me on, to relax and
accept him, possessing me in my most private place. He was thrusting and
cursing as I came apart, crying out for him, lost in a deep blissful paradise
as he filled me completely, squeezing my nipples, my brain not knowing where
all the pleasure was coming from or how to process such an erotic onslaught as
my head fell on my bound hands, opening me to him completely. “Fuck Charlotte”
he cursed, crying out, and I could feel every pulse of his hard cock as he
filled me with cum deep inside my most illicit place.

I
could barely control my breathing or my heartbeat as he pulled out of me,
collapsing completely against the bed, wrists red where I had lost myself in
pleasure and pulled against the restraints and I was utterly overwhelmed and
incredibly emotional, the dramatic ambush on every nerve, sending my hormones
rocketing as I lay slumped in an exhausted heap. “Are you OK Charlotte?” he
whispered sitting beside me and stroking my hair from my face, but I couldn’t
speak and I couldn’t move. “
Mmm
” was all I could
manage in a fatigued sigh as he stroked his hand across my cheek, bending to
kiss it gently. “Open your eyes Baby” he whispered more firmly as I blinked
against the request, seeing his proud, beautiful face smiling down at me and I
started to cry. I wasn’t upset, it was pure involuntary release for my overcome
senses and I smiled back, reaching out to him as he untied my hands and my feet
and climbed alongside me, pulling me into his arms.

“Are
you OK?” he smiled again as I came around, nodding to reassure him. The truth
was, that I was fine, more than fine,
ecstatic
and
feeling so alive it was hard to verbalise. As I looked up at him, smiling I
could see his eyes twinkling brightly and he seemed to understand, pulling me
close and giving me the time I needed to come back down to earth.

“I’d
like to take you out Charlotte, I’ve booked a table at Vibe if you fancy it?”
he said eventually and I couldn’t help but tease him. “That sounds suspiciously
like another date” I laughed as he raised his eyebrows. “It is, sort of. Are
you up for it?” Well that was a no brainer, Vibe was famous for its wonderful
desserts and I wondered if that’s why he’d picked it. “I’m not sure I want to
spend a minute longer with you than is absolutely necessary. Maybe we should
just fuck and get it over with” I grinned, referring to my statement in the
cafe, that had lead to frenzied sex against his office door and kick started
the whole strange relationship between me and King, and I was giggling hard.
“Fine, we won’t bother then” his face and tone utterly serious as my eyes flew
to his in shock. “I’m only joking, of course I want to go” I said quickly as
his face cracked into a beaming smile and my heart melted.

 
“I brought the dress just in case” he laughed
as my eyes lit
up,
motioning to a box in the corner of
the room that I just knew contained the ‘Michaela’. “You were always going to
wear it you know Charlotte. I was determined to get you in it from the second
you slammed it on my desk. I don’t know how I refrained from bending you over
it and fucking you right then” he grinned as I bit my lip and flushed, half
wishing he had and suddenly desiring another hot little encounter in his
office. “I’d like you to fuck me over your desk” I smiled as he flashed an
eyebrow at me. “Jesus Christ, I’d never get any work done thinking about that”
he laughed, pulling me closely and kissing me deeply. “It will definitely
happen then, especially when I get back on the major accounts. Distracting you
could be my best weapon in outpitching you and it’s a hell of a lot more fun
than schmoozing with the clients Jason. I wish I’d have sucked your cock before
the Castle pitch, maybe I’d have been in with a chance then”. I laughed and his
grin was broad and white and beautiful, but if I wasn’t mistaken, his eyes
betrayed a hint of guilt as I studied them closely, and he chuckled deeply. “It
probably wouldn’t have made any difference, I’d just holidayed with Brandon
James and his family and we’d pretty much thrashed it out then” he said,
assessing my reaction closely as I shot up in bed, eyes narrowing at him as I
gasped loudly. “You will do anything to win a pitch, won’t you?” I said coolly.
“Pretty much” he laughed, flipping me and spanking my arse as I squealed at
him. “Now go and get ready” he growled sexily as I rose from the bed, still
slightly annoyed that I had spent so much time working on that damned vodka
account. Maybe I should leave the large accounts to Ian Anderson, it would
serve him right,
I
mused inwardly.