Seduce Me Again (Seduce Me #2) (5 page)

Tavern on the Green
was such an iconic restaurant. I had seen it in movies. I was happy to be taking in the experience in person.

It was a warm spring evening so we sat at table on the patio. Between the greenery on the patio and being at the edge of Central Park, it was easy to forget that we were in the center of Manhattan.

We decided to go a little more casual for dinner. Brandon was wearing charcoal gray dress slacks, a light blue dress shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, and a navy blue blazer. I had on a black, above the knee, skirt and a light pink blouse. Underneath I was wearing a lacy pink bra and panties. I was looking forward to Brandon removing them later.

“
So, what did you think about your fist day at work?” asked Brandon after we ordered.

“
Well, I don't know if you can call getting my ID and filling out employment forms 'work',” I said.

“
Necessary red tape. It will get more interesting. You have a lot on your plate getting the department up and running.”

“
Yes. I think I became more aware of that today. I'm hoping to gain some clarity on that from the CEO.”

“
Hmm. I suppose he can squeeze you in sometime this week.”

“
I'm serious, Brandon. I at least need to know some parameters around a budget, the hiring process, priorities...”

“
I know. The learning curve is steep.”

“
You could say that.”

“
I'll have Teresa clear a block of time tomorrow and we can flesh out a plan.”

“
Thank you. She seems nice. Competent.”

“
You're welcome. Yes, she is. And, no, I've never had sex with her.”

“
I didn't ask about that.”

“
But you were thinking it.”

“
Maybe. Maybe not. I'll never tell.”

Brandon just shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his wine.

“My conversation with your grandmother was pretty interesting,” I said as I buttered a dinner role.

“
I was a little curious about that. I thought she might take a special interest in you.”

“
She approves of your hiring me. She also seems happy that we are dating.”

“
I figured she would be. My grandmother is pretty open minded. She also speaks her mind.”

“
Yes, she does.”

“
Oh no. What did she say?” Brandon asked with a blend of amusement and slight concern.

“
Nothing much.” I smiled at him and took a sip of wine.

“
Ashley...don't be a tease.”

“
I thought you liked being teased?” I replied.

“
That's different. Come on, what did she say?'

“
Alright. It is not particularly attractive to see you beg. Well, not this type of begging.”

Brandon just looked at me. He was waiting. I'd had my fun. I decided not to string him along any longer.

“She happened to mention, in her opinion, that you . . . um . . . have tended to think with your penis more than your brain when it comes to relationships with women.”

Brandon just shook his head and laughed.

“Why does that not surprise me. She offer any other opinions?”

“
Well, she believes you make good business decisions. In the case of hiring me, she said both your personal and business decisions were excellent.”

“
Did she now?”

“
Well, I don't think she used the word 'excellent,' but that was the gist of it.”

“
Can't argue with her there,” he said raising his wine glass. “To an excellent decision.”

We touched glasses and laughed. It had been such a short time, but being with Brandon was easy. Easy on the eyes. Easy conversation. Easy sex.

Sex with Brandon felt incredible. It's not that I had never had an orgasm before him. But with Brandon my orgasms were much more intense. More pleasurable.

I hadn't even needed to fake it with him. So far, the sex was that amazing. I couldn't imagine it getting any better but Chelsea had enthralled me with tales of kinky sex. Apparently, and I only had her word to go on, I was still rather innocent in the bedroom.

I sat across from Brandon with a goofy grin on my face, still a bit dazzled that I was working for and dating one of the sexiest, most desired men on the planet. Was it possible that he would remain satisfied with an innocent like me?

Did I want more adventure myself? For once in my life, I felt as though my inhibitions were peeling away. I was pondering how adventurous I wanted to get later that night.

“Brandon, sweetie?”

“
Yeah?”

“
Can I ask you something about our little adventure in your office last night?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“What about it?”

“
What did you think?”

“
Ashley, it was amazing. Sex with you has been incredible every time.”

“
Thanks. But that's not what I was asking. I mean . . . I don't have the experience you have and well . . . I want it to be enough for you.”

“
Ashley, you were sexy. It turned me on, in case you couldn't tell. Why? Would you like more?”

I blushed. “I don't know . . . Maybe a little. My experiences haven't exactly been on the wild side in the past.”

I swallowed and licked my lips. “Have you ever done the dominant and submissive thing?” I asked.

“
I guess that depends. I think there are ranges or levels to it. Last night, for instance, was tame. Don't get me wrong. It was fabulous. I don't know how far we could rate it on that sort of scale, though.”

“
Oh, I see.”

“
Ashley, I'm happy with how things are progressing with us right now. Sex with you is exciting as hell right now.”

Brandon had a wicked grin. “But that doesn't mean that I would turn down any fantasy of yours.”

“So there is more we can explore then?”

“
I love sex with you. I realize I'm more experienced. But that doesn't matter. It's different with you. In a good way. More sensual. More intimate. And, I must say, you are smokin' hot in bed.”

“
Brandon, you've awoken things in me. I feel more sexually alive. I feel sexier. I guess I'm feeling more playful. Even a bit naughty.”

“
What exactly are you thinking of?” Brandon asked.

“
I don't know.”

I knew I must be the color of the wine in our glasses by now. I wondered if anyone around us could hear our conversation. I must sound like some sex starved nymphomaniac. It didn't help that Brandon seemed to be enjoying this conversation.

“Nothing over the top, no pun intended. No whips and chains or choke collars. Maybe a little more than last night. That's all I'm suggesting.”

Brandon leaned forward and placed his hand on mine. His touch always excited me. He was gentle while smoldering hot at the same time.

“Ashley, the sex is already fantastic. But, I can't deny that getting a little kinkier is a turn on.”

“
Is that a 'yes'?”

“
Yes. I might have a few ideas,” Brandon replied.

“
Come here Mr. Sexy CEO.” We leaned in toward each other and kissed.

Our dinner arrived and we enjoyed a wonderful meal. I expressed how much I enjoyed the food and ambiance. Brandon promised that we would eat there again. We strolled into Central Park arm-in-arm for our romantic horse and carriage ride.

The evening air had turned cooler. I was glad. We cuddled under a light blanket as we rode the horse-drawn carriage through Central Park. We also got a few erotic squeezes in without being noticed.

Central Park was an oasis in the middle of the bustling city. Riding along the winding trails of the park was like a fairytale. Brandon and I shared a tender kiss and then I leaned in and nestled against his chest. It was a perfect romantic introduction to my new life in New York City.

Our 45 minute ride came to an end. I had enjoyed that time with Brandon under the stars and trees. Brandon tipped the driver and then assisted me out of the carriage. He took me by the hand.

“
My place is a short walk from here,” he said as we began strolling out of the park.

“
Do you have a view of Central Park?” I asked.

“
Yes. You can see over the top of the park and to the buildings surrounding it. A great view. Day or night. Tonight, I'm looking forward to a different view.”

“
As long as you do more than look.”

“
I promise,” he said kissing me on top of my head. “We have the walk signal, let's cross.”

We crossed the street and approached the front door to his building. The doorman greeted us as he held open the door.

“Good evening, Mr. Mitchell. Good evening, Miss.”

“
Good evening, Thomas,” said Brandon.

The lobby of his building was beautiful with a lot of marble.

“The main elevators go to every floor. The elevator at the end of the hall is private and express to the Penthouse,” Brandon told me as he pulled out a key card to access his private elevator. I don't know why Brandon living in the penthouse surprised me. I guess a lot of this was still so new to me.

I was sure the penthouse was luxurious. I had no doubt that the view of Central Park was impressive. They say everything is bigger in Texas, but Brandon's world was proving to be incredible. And none of that mattered to me. My excitement was for the sexual rapture that I knew awaited me.

It didn't take long to reach the Penthouse. The elevator doors opened into the living room. A wall of windows offered a sweeping view of Central Park and its surrounding buildings. A large terrace ran the full length of the Penthouse.

The inside was modern and almost minimalist. It was not empty or cold though. Warm art adorned the walls. There were also framed photos of Brandon with family and friends.

The leather furniture looked comfortable. Glass and polished metal tables were like the ones in his office. Mounted to the wall above the fireplace was a large plasma TV.

“That is great for watching Yankees games. Although, I prefer to go in person, when I can,” he said as he took off his sport coat and draped it over the back of one of the living room chairs.

“
Do you like baseball?” he asked.

“
Sorry. Not really. My dad loves it though.”

“
Is he a Yankees fan? Wait. Maybe the Rangers or Astros?”

“
Well, the Rangers are in Arlington, near Dallas. The Astros are in Houston. The Austin metro area is sort of in-between. So, I guess, either could be his team . . .”

“
Sounds like you're trying to avoid answering the question, Ms. Sullivan,” he said as he looped his arms around my waist.

“
Um. . . my dad is from New England. Maine.”

“
A Red Sox fan?!” Brandon grabbed his chest. “Say it isn't so?!” he teased.

“
Sorry. So. He'd say the same about you being a Yankees fan.”

“
Good thing I like you so much,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek.

“
I figure I'll avoid mentioning the Yankees to my dad just yet.”

“
Have you said anything to your family . . . about us?”

“
Not yet. I will. It's just kinda soon to mention it to them. You have no idea how they can be. Especially my mom.”

“
No need to explain. How about a tour?”

“
Yes, please.”

Brandon showed me around the downstairs. Off the living room there was a gourmet chef's kitchen and a formal dining room. Down a hall was a study, a guest bedroom and bathroom, and a half-bath. A winding staircase led upstairs. Brandon showed me four large bedrooms, each with their own bathroom.

“I've saved the best for last,” he said as he took me by the hand and led me down the long hallway. At the end of the hall were two large double doors. He opened them and led me into the master bedroom. His bedroom was quite large, complete with a furnished sitting area. Windows offered a similar view of Central Park as from the living room downstairs.

A large king-sized bed looked almost small in the room. The master bathroom was as nice as any five-star resort. Monogrammed towels and a robe hung from hooks.

“So, what do you think?” Brandon asked.

“
It's beautiful. But what do you do with all the space?”

“
I entertain a lot. Out-of-town friends often stay over to take in New York. One day, I suppose, it will be enough room for a family.”

“
It's nice being right across from the park,” I commented as I looked out the window.

“
It is,” I heard him say into my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He brushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck. I felt a now familiar tingle. Familiar, but no less wonderful.

“
Why don't you let me take control tonight,” he whispered. “You trust me, right?”

“
Yes,” was my breathy reply.

“
Ashley, I would never hurt you. Tonight will be nothing but pure pleasure.”

I closed my eyes and my back arched as he ran his hands from my shoulders down my arms. His skin was hot though the sleeves of my blouse.

He reached around and cupped my breasts.

“
I'm going to start by kissing every inch of your naked body.”

I shivered as tingles went through me.

Brandon leaned close to whisper in my ear. “Have you been kissed everywhere, Ashley?”

“
Everywhere?” I asked weakly. “I . . . um . . .”

“
Because I'm going to make you come with more than one part of my body tonight.” I couldn't believe what he was suggesting. The guys I had dated before had never offered that particular pleasure to me. Hell, I always thought that was kinky sex. Now I wondered if I had been missing out.

“
I want to pleasure you with my tongue. You have such a sweet pussy, Ashley.”

I was getting wet just hearing him talk about it!

“I want you so bad. Brandon, I want you so bad it hurts.”

Brandon slid his hands down my front and hiked up my skirt. He reached under my panties and slid his digits over my sex.

I gasped and jerked at his touch.

“
And after that,” he whispered, his breath on my neck. “After that I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name.”

I felt my legs sagging beneath me as desire took over. I wanted him even more.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me with your massive cock.”

Brandon slid his hands up. He grabbed hold of my waist and spun me toward him. I opened my eyes. Brandon's stare was full of want.

He gave me a long and deep kiss. He then stepped back and took me by the hand and led me to his sitting area. He sat in one of the chairs.

“
All in good time, Ashley. First, it's your turn to strip for me,” he said.

“
Where should I start?”

“
Your top. And go slow.”

I undid my top button. I then worked the second and third buttons. I paused to let the front of my blouse fall open and reveal some of my bra. I inched my way down to each remaining button.

I let my blouse hang open. I began to pull the material wider off my front to reveal my lacy bra and bare stomach. I slid the blouse just off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

I moved toward Brandon as I reached around my back and lowered the zipper on my skirt. I pulled the skirt down my thighs to reveal my pink lace panties. I wiggled my hips to let my skirt slide the rest of the way down my legs. I stepped over the skirt and stood in front of Brandon.

“I see that you approve,” I said glancing down at his tented pants.

I turned my back toward him and let him watch me unclasp my bra. I pulled off the left strap and then the right. I held my bra in place over my chest and turned back around to face Brandon.

I removed one finger at a time and until my hand released and the bra fell to the floor. I slid my fingers inside the tops of my panties and began to inch them down. The curls of my sex began to show. I continued to reveal more and more of my sex until I was fully exposed. I slid my panties the rest of the way off. I flushed a little as I realized how wet they were.

I stood, aching between my legs.

“What next?” I asked, breathless.

“
Get on the bed,” he said, “Lie on your back.”

Brandon gave me a quick look as I pulled the comforter down and then laid on top of the sheets. He went into his closet and came back with one of his neckties. He walked over and started to place it over my eyes. Then he paused.

“Is this okay?”

“
Yes.” I said.

He put the tie over my eyes and tied it in back. I heard him pad into the bathroom and run the water. When he came back I felt a warm wash cloth on my feet. He rubbed my feet with the cloth. It was surprisingly sensual.

I then felt Brandon's bare hands against my skin. He massaged my feet. His fingers kneading my toes and the arch of each foot.

“
That feels nice,” I whispered.

I felt my body loosen all over and I relaxed back onto the bed. Brandon's hot breath came over the top of my foot. I felt his mouth as he began sucking on my toe while he continued massaging the bottom of my foot. The conflicting feeling of his hot soft mouth on my toe and the pressure of his hand against my sole made me tremble.

My body began to squirm uncontrollably at the erotic sensation that coursed up from below. I'd read that was an erogenous zone. Now I knew it to be true. Not being able to see what was happening only heightened the experience.

Brandon stopped just short of making me climax. I was coming back down from a near dizzying height. It sounded like Brandon was undressing. Not wasting any time doing so.

Soon he was back on the bed. He worked his lips up my legs with soft kisses. His lips were moist and his breath warm against my skin. I trembled with delight.

He reached my inner thighs and lingered there, smothering my skin with silky kisses. I could feel the trail of his hot breath as his mouth moved higher and then swept across my mid-section. I felt his fingers moving through my curls.

And then I felt his tongue dart into the folds of my sex. I gasped from the sudden shock of sensation and felt my back arch up toward him. Whimpers of pleasure turned to moans of ecstasy.

I felt his hands on my legs and he pushed them apart. He probed my enlarged clitoris with his mouth. I was on fire as he worked in response to my moans. I was building to a climax. The sensation was so raw, so intense that I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes.

“It's...It's...Oh!”

By now I was writhing on the bed with Brandon pinning my thighs in place. His tongue continued to dart and plunge in ways I had never imagined. I had never known such intensity in this way before. Finally, I came, moaning, my body bucking against Brandon's strong arms. 

Brandon finally released me. “Was that a first for you?” he finally asked, sounding impressed with himself.

I nodded. My body still humming.

“I'm glad it was me, then,” he said. “But we've only just begun.”

Brandon rose up from between my legs. His body pressed closer to mine. His hard cock was against my leg. He moved up, kissing my stomach. He ran his lips over each of my breasts.

He ran his tongue around the outer flesh of my nipples. I squealed with pleasure. Brandon's hot breath surrounded my left nipple as his mouth plunged over it. His teeth teased the tip.

“
I don't want to play favorites,” Brandon said as he repeated the exercise on my right nipple.

I was already loosing my breath when Brandon paused for just a moment. I heard a drawer open and close. A package ripped open.
Yes!
A condom
, I thought. I was thoroughly enjoying the oral sex. Brandon had pleasured me in ways I had never experienced before. At the same time, I desperately needed him inside of me.

Brandon's arm slid under the small of my back and I felt him place a pillow underneath. His arms were on my legs again as he bent my knees and placed the soles of my feet on the bed. I felt him over me as he pushed my legs apart with his muscled hips. I took a deep breath. I exhaled with a loud moan as Brandon's manhood slid between my legs.

The angle pressed Brandon's hardness on the most pleasurable part of my g-spot. I was sure that my moaning and screaming of Brandon's name could be heard on the city street below and across Central Park.

His thrusts were rougher and harder than before, but not painful. He promised me pure pleasure and that is what he gave me. My last scream was the loudest as Brandon's final push reached as far down as I could accommodate. I came with great force. Brandon had ejaculated in concert with me.

I thought I was going to pass out. I was waiting for more oxygen to reach my head. My breasts heaved up and down. My heart was beating out of my chest.

Brandon removed his necktie from around my eyes. I blinked a few times to adjust to the soft light in the room. Brandon laid down next to me and kissed my lips. He tasted sweeter than ever.