Raven's Seduction (The Pleasure Pros #1) (4 page)

“Yes, sir.”
 
I’ll
never look at my annual visit the same way again.

“Are you ready for the most intense orgasm of
your life?” he asked as he looked down at me with those incredible blue
eyes.
 
I felt better after seeing
that his chest was glistening with sweat as well.
 
Maybe
it is hot in here.
 
I was too
excited to tell.

“I’m ready, sir,” I replied after a brief
hesitation.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“It’s
Red
,
sir.”

“Don’t ever say it, unless you mean it.” He
snorted, slapping his hand on the table next to my head.
 
“If you do, it’s over!”

“Yes, sir!”
 
Jesus,
I would hate to see him if he was actually mad.

“Don’t you dare move a muscle, I’ll be back
in a few minutes,” he said as he turned and walked back toward the door that we
had entered.

Seriously?
 
He is going
to leave me like this?
 
My initial impulse was to lift my head
and look around the room, but I was afraid that he might be watching me, so I
simply stared at the ceiling.
 
I
could feel a bead of sweat traveling down the side of my body.
 
I
just have to relax.
 
As the room
became quiet, I realized that my heart was still racing.
 
I
must be insane for doing this.

The silence also brought out other sounds
that I hadn’t noticed, like the shrill screams of other subs.
 
One woman in particular yelled, “
stop
!” repeatedly before having what seemed to be a gut
wrenching orgasm.
 
Obviously, that’s why they use safe words,
because you aren’t instinctively going to yell out ‘Red’ in the middle of an
intense orgasm.
 
I wondered if I
would be able to handle such intensity.
 
Lying there listening to what that woman was going through on the other
side of the wall was an incredible turn-on.
 
In fact, as I listened, my fear and
nervousness began to transform into sheer lust and desire.
 
Hopefully
that’s what’s in store for me.
 
I’m
ready to let Gunner test my limits.

~~~

Gunner

Standing in the doorway, I was impressed by how
well Raven was obeying my orders.
 
She kept her hands on the handles and stared at the ceiling, just as I
had instructed.
 
The cries from a
slut next door were echoing through the corridor, which is why I left the room
momentarily.
 
I wanted her to hear
first-hand how intense it was going to be.
 
There was no way to describe it.
 
It had to be felt, or at least witnessed.

Raven was the most intriguing woman I had met
in some time.
 
She appeared to be a
strong, professional woman, rather than the porn starlets and BDSM junkies we
normally entertained.
 
I had two
goals going into that first evening together:
 
To make her beg for a dildo and to get
her to admit that she was a filthy dirty slut.
 
It
will be fun to push her buttons.

“Are you listening to the girl next door?” I
asked as I walked back into the room.

“Yeah!” she said lifting her head and looking
at me.

“Oh, baby, you were doing so well.
 
You were supposed to keep staring at the
ceiling.”
 
Even though I wanted her to do exactly what she just did.
 
“Now I’m going to be forced to use
the blinders on you.”

Raven

Truthfully, I was so horny by the time Gunner
came back that I just had to steal a glimpse of his sexy, shirtless body.
 
I wanted to have that image of him
burned into my mind as he drove me into fits of pleasure.
 
If the girl next door was any
indication, I was in for the night of my life.
 
I’ll
wear the fucking blindfold.
 
It was
worth it!
 
I’m not exactly sure
why I was suddenly so brave, but something primal had clicked within me and I
was up for the challenge.

“This will not only blindfold you, but it
will also secure your head to the table,” he said as he tightened the
cord.
 
“There will be no more
lifting your head.”

“Thank you, sir,” I replied with a new sense
of confidence.

“Do you need me to secure your hands to keep
you out of trouble?” he asked, obviously reading my mind.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, surprisingly excited
by the idea of being completely restrained.

“You really are a dirty little slut aren’t
you?” he asked me once again.

“No, sir. I just like to orgasm, sir.”
 
I had been thinking about how I would
respond the next time he asked me that question.

“You like to orgasm with strange men, but
that doesn’t make you a slut?” He pressed.

“No, sir,” I answered once again firmly
standing my ground.

“I especially enjoy breaking the feisty
ones.” He snarled as he tightened the final restraint.

I tested the restraints and was shocked to
realize just how tight they were.
 
I
couldn’t move a thing except my fingers, toes, and lips.

“Do you need a ball gag, too?” he asked after
seeing my lips moving.

“No, sir.”
 
I really didn’t need anything more for
the moment, my heart rate once again felt as if I was wide-open on a treadmill.

“Alright, but if you don’t behave, I’m going
to gag you.
 
I won’t take any shit
from a newbie.
 
You understand?” he
asked as I heard the snap of a second surgical glove.

“I understand, sir.”

“You’re a fast learner,” he commented as he
ran his fingers along my jawline and down to the center of my chin.

“Thank you, sir,” I replied feeling as if I
had found the key to an easier session.

“Are you trying to suck up to me slut?” He
growled, grasping one of my nipples between his gloved fingers.
 

“No, sir.
 
I wouldn’t do that, sir.”

He grabbed the other nipple and squeezed both
of them firmly.
 
“That’s good
because I don’t like suck-ups!
 
I
don’t want you to say another word until I ask you a question.
 
Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Being blindfolded and restrained definitely
heightened my other senses.
 
My
nipples continued to burn for several seconds after he released them and moved
on.
 
I listened to his footsteps as
he moved from one side of the table to the other.
 
Then everything fell silent.
 
I couldn’t tell if I could hear him
breathing or if it was just my imagination.
 
It
makes me nervous when everything is so quiet.
 
I’ll bet that’s why he doesn’t want me
to speak.
 
He’s trying to freak me
out.
 
After a few more seconds,
I felt his gloved fingertips touching my nipples once again.
 
This time he was gentle, softly
caressing them to make up for the harsh treatment a few moments earlier.
 
My
body definitely responds more to this than it does to the rough treatment
,
I thought as I felt a rush of blood to my privates.

“You have sensitive nipples to go along with
that sensitive clit, don’t you?” he whispered as one hand slipped down beneath
my drenched folds.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered back not wanting to
disrupt the moment.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he
teased.
 
With one nipple between his
gloved fingers, he leaned down, pulled the other into his mouth, and began to
nibble gently on it.

God that feels good.
 
He continued to work all three spots in
a rhythmic motion that quickly had me melting into the table.
 
He didn’t even know me, but he seemed to
know exactly how to get to me.
 
Just when the sensation began to
lessen, he would change up the rhythm or pressure, sending me to another new
high.
 
No one since Perry has worked the magic
triangle like this.
 
He switched
nipples, so now his gloved hand was working with a slippery surface, which was
even more erotic.
 
This guy is amazingly ambidextrous.

“
Mmm
,” he moaned as
he began to suckle the other nipple while firmly squeezing the first.

I nearly had my first orgasm when he
repeatedly began to trace his fingers between my clit and my entrance
.
  
I can’t believe I’m letting a complete stranger do this to me.
 
An utter lack of decent sex has finally
driven me over the edge.
 
Maybe I am
a dirty slut.
 
Shit that feels
incredible.
 
I struggled against
my restraints a bit, as he continued to tease my opening while inundating my
breasts.

“You can’t come until I give you permission,”
he said sensing my ragged, choppy breathing.

“What?” I blurted out before my mind had a
chance to catch up.

“Is that how you talk to me slut?” he barked
in my ear as he forced his fingers deep inside of my pussy while grabbing my
hair with the other hand.

“No, sir.
 
I’m sorry, sir.”
 
His fingertips were smack dab in the
midst of my G-spot, which caused an involuntary shudder.
 
Oh
fuck…

“Are you coming, bitch?”

“No, sir!” I quickly tensed my body against
the impulse.

“Are you sure?” he questioned as he slowly
moved his fingers within me.

“I’m trying really hard not to, sir.”
 
Quit
rubbing me there if you don’t want me to come!
 
Damn, that feels incredible.
 
I can’t come… I can’t come…

“I know how badly you want come.
 
All you have to do is admit that you’re a
dirty slut and I’ll give you a mind blowing orgasm,” he muttered in my ear.

I’m a dirty slut!
I thought
to myself, but I couldn’t force the words to cross my lips.
 
I was honestly trying to make my lips
move, when I felt his fingers pull away from my yearning pussy.
 
Oh
please don’t stop!
 
I’ll say it!

“Your hesitation is going to cost you,
bitch,” he growled angrily.

“I’m sorry, sir.
 
I was trying to say it,” I pleaded to no
avail.
 

I instantly realized that years of
programming from my mother, made it nearly impossible for me to tell this man
that I was a dirty slut.
 
My mind
was not only unwilling to accept the concept, but was still reeling from being
called a bitch and a whore as well.
 
Why does he have to be so damn
mean?
 
Where the hell is he?
 
I could still smell the scent of his
cologne, but that was the only hint that he was still in the room with me.

“I’m going to give you some time to think
things over,” he whispered snidely.
 
“I’m not going to deliver a single orgasm today unless you admit to
being a dirty slut.”

“I’m a dirty slut,” I murmured after hearing
him walk away.

Gunner

This is going to be easier than I thought.
 
She wasn’t lying when she said that
she’s in dire need of an orgasm.
 
It felt good to break down twenty-nine
years’ worth of programming in less than half an hour.
 
I watched her squirm for several
minutes, then grabbed a small fan from the shelf and crept back over to
her.
 
She was actually moaning
softly and moving her hips as if she was trying to get herself off.
 
Good
luck with that.
 

“Is that you, sir?” she asked as I placed the
directional mini-fan just inches from her wet pussy lips and turned it on the
lowest setting.

Without replying, I silently crept back to
the supply room for a few more items that I would need to complete the task of
completely breaking her.
 
She
continued to moan and stir as I gathered my supplies before rejoining her.
 
I moved the fan just enough to allow me
to place a silicone dick lightly against her opening.
 
There
are a lot of sex toys out there, but a nice big silicone dick with a sturdy
handle is one of my favorites.
 
That
and the trusty Hitachi Magic Wand are all I need to send most women through the
roof.
 
Since she made the mistake of
telling me about her sensitive clit, she will be no different.
 

“Have you had time to think about your
answer, whore?”
 
I asked, knowing
that the word
whore
would instantly
bring her defenses back up.

“Yes, sir, but I wish you wouldn’t call me a
‘whore,’” she replied with a whimper.

“Tell me, what’s the difference between a
whore and a dirty slut?” I asked as I began to circle her clit with my
slippery, gloved finger.
 
These gloves feel incredible with a little
lube on them.

“I don’t know, sir. ‘Whore’ just sounds so
nasty.”

“I heard you admit to being a dirty slut
earlier.
 
A whore and a slut are the
same thing, so all you have to do is admit that you are a dirty whore and we
can proceed,” I drizzled some lube on the tip of the silicone dick and pushed
it partially past her swollen lips.

“I’m a dirty slut, sir.”

“Tell me you’re a dirty whore and I’ll give
you the best orgasm of your life, Raven,” I propositioned as I put a bit of
pressure on the dick and continued to circle her clit with my fingers.