Taken by You (Taken by You Book One) (7 page)

“
I’m not sure…do I?” I asked.

Blake motioned me upstairs with his head and I walked up the stairs with him right behind me. The door shut behind us as LED lights lined the staircase and guided me up.

“
What is this?” I asked, when I got to the top and looked at the dimly lit room.

“
My sex room,” he said.

CHAPTER FIVE

Penelope

There was a bed in the middle of the room, king-sized, with black sheets and a black comforter. The walls, which were lined with shelves and drawers, had everything and anything imaginable in the world of sex toys.

There were handcuffs, blindfolds, whips, dildos, vibrators, and even some things I wasn’t quite sure what they were. The lighting, which was dim though bountiful enough to see around, came from the baseboards. A soft scent of cinnamon wafted throughout. I couldn’t believe where I was, and I couldn’t believe what it meant.

“
Now tell me, Penelope, have you been a good girl recently?” Blake asked, as his hand ran across the small of my back.

I felt shivers up and down my spine before his hand left my body. He walked over to a drawer, opened it, and pulled something out.

“
What’s that?” I asked.

“
It’s something that’s going to help you melt away all your stress. Would you like to feel good, Penelope?” he asked.

“
Yes,” I replied.

He tossed the item on the bed before it faded into the obscurity of the dark fabric. He came over to me, his hands grasping my hips, before his lips pressed against mine and our tongues soon met.

I felt myself getting wet as his tongue swirled around mine. It was like they were wrestling, and he was winning in every sense of the word. His left hand drifted downwards to the edge of my dress, before I felt it slide slowly upwards. His right hand fell away from my hip and came up to my jaw, where he pushed back my hair before starting to kiss my neck, slowly at first.

I felt his warm, wet tongue slide across my skin as his lips sucked gently, so as not to leave a mark. My dress had been pulled up to my waist and I felt the cool breeze of the room drift across my thighs. His left hand, not holding onto my dress any longer, wrapped itself around my bare ass, where he gripped and dug his fingers in.

I tilted my head back as my hands ran up and down his chest.

“
Take me,” I whispered just loudly enough for him to hear.

As if that were his cue, he walked me over to the bed. I sat down on the edge and felt the item press up against me. It was cold, metallic, and as I looked down, I saw it was meant to restrain my hands.

Blake pulled my dress up over my body before slipping off his blazer and tossing it aside. Looking at me in my bra and panties, he started to unbutton his shirt, and I saw his dick growing in his dark slacks. It had been what felt like an eternity before I last got to feel a man against me, or better yet,
inside
me. I had almost forgotten what it felt like, but I knew I was about to find out again.

Blake pulled off his shirt and I was exposed to toned olive muscles that looked as though Michelangelo himself had sculpted them. He must have had an eight-pack, and small veins pressed through his biceps.

He walked towards me and started to reach behind and unclasp my bra as I grabbed onto his belt buckle and started to pull it off. My bra came off and he tossed it aside before cupping my breasts and squeezing them gently.

“
You’re exquisite,” he said, as he twisted my nipple.

Looking up at him, I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them before they fell to the floor. He wore skintight black boxer briefs that had a pouch in front to hold
all
of him, and boy was there a lot to hold. Before I could pull them down, though, he walked over to one of his drawers and pulled something out before coming back over.

He stood in front of me, not saying a word, before I picked up where I had left off and grasped his elastic waistband and pulled it down. I kept eye contact as I pulled them down before they fell to the floor and he kicked them away.

I could feel its presence there, and I swore I felt some heat emanating off of it and onto my chin. I looked down, before backing my head up a little to see it all. I had only been with a few men before, but he blew all of them out of the water and then some. Was he a porn star? No, that wasn’t right. He was the CEO of a multibillion-dollar corporation. He was just…well-endowed.

“
Here,” he said, as he handed me the object he had withdrawn from the drawer just a minute ago.

“
What’s that?” I asked, as I grabbed it.

“
A ruler,” he said.

I held it in my hand, not sure what to do with it, as his cock grew larger and larger.

“
Measure it,” he commanded.

“
Measure
what
?” I naively asked.

“
My dick,” he said.

“…
why
?” I asked.

“
I want you to know how big the dick is that’s about to fuck you,” he said.

I felt a rush throughout my body as I heard him say those words. My clit started to tingle and my nipples hardened as I processed it. I grabbed his cock and began to slowly stroke it as I held the ruler in my other hand. I brought it up to him, placed the first marker against the base of his shaft, as each and every inch passed my eyes and was accounted for.

“
How big is the dick that’s about to fuck you?” he asked.

“
Eight inches,” I muttered in disbelief.

“
Lie back,” he said, as he took the ruler away from me and motioned for me to go back.

“
Are you going to fuck me?” I asked.

“
No. I’m going to taste you,” he said.

As I went to lie back he stopped me, grabbing the handcuffs that had been cold against my side this entire time. I looked at him as he unlocked them before clasping them around my wrists. Off of a shelf to the right he grabbed a long black piece of fabric. His cock swayed back and forth as he walked before he wrapped the fabric around my eyes and tied it behind my head. I couldn’t see, couldn’t use my hands, and was totally at his mercy.

He pressed his fingers against my shoulders and I lowered backwards until my back pressed against the cotton comforter. I felt his hands push my thighs back as my feet came up onto the bed and rested there.

As I waited for what was to come next, I couldn’t help but wonder how I got myself here. I wasn’t regretful that I did, not in the slightest, but earlier today I was nervously sitting in a glass interview room for a much-needed internship and now I was about to have a sexy, powerful man use me for his pleasure, and I couldn’t say I was disappointed.

Without warning I felt his tongue, the same tongue that was moments ago wrestling with mine, now tickling my clit as I gasped for air and felt my back arch. I had only been eaten out once before, and it was nothing like this.

His tongue swirled clockwise against the hood of my clit as I pulled on the handcuffs to try to grasp the sheets in my hands. Restrained, I couldn’t, and it made me feel even crazier.

His finger, a thicker one, started to push inside me as I bit my lower lip and almost wanted to beg him to stop. I couldn’t handle this much pleasure—this much ecstasy. It was almost as if I was being taken to a place I didn’t know and had never been to before. It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

As I lay there bound and blind I heard something start buzzing down by Blake. It wasn’t especially loud, but it almost sounded like an electric razor or clippers. Before I could ask about the noise, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

It was a vibrator.

Blake placed it against my clit, and the vibrations echoed through my body and made me arch my back and gasp for air as I was taken to a land of lust and ecstasy that I had never experienced before.

“
Fuck,” I muttered.

“
Do you like that?” he asked.

“
Yes,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

“
Tell me you fucking love it,” he said.

“
I fucking love it,” I moaned.

With his finger still deep inside me, he started to swirl the vibrator counterclockwise, and I felt the vibrations run through me like they were a part of me. I now knew why I heard this noise from Nicolette’s room every now and again and why she used one. This felt
amazing
.

Blake turned something on the vibrator and it increased in strength as he applied just a little bit more pressure. I could feel my pussy pulsing as I tried to break apart the handcuffs and grip onto the sheets so tightly I would rip holes in them. Instead I grabbed onto my tits, my nipples, and twisted them gently as I bit my bottom lip. My back was arched so high a passerby might think I was being exorcised, and as Blake inserted another finger inside me, I could feel myself about to cum.

“
I’m going to cum,” I moaned.

“
Yeah? Are you going to cum for me, Penelope?” he asked.

“
Yes
,” I moaned.

Blake didn’t stop, but neither did he increase his speed. He just kept going at the pace and rhythm that had gotten me here in the first place. My abs started to tense as I kept gasping for air. I tried to look down at him, to see him between my legs, but everything was black. My senses were cut off. All I could do was feel him there.

“
Yes,” I moaned, as I felt a tingling rush course up and down my body.

“
Cum for me,” he said, in a deeper voice.

“
Fuck!” I screamed, before I couldn’t breathe and could only feel the sweet satisfaction of a pent-up orgasm that needed to be unleashed.

I gasped, getting more air into my lungs, and my abs kept tensing as he kept the vibrator flush against my clit. I could feel it was swollen from excitement before the orgasm wore off and I was worn out.

Blake removed the vibrator from me, turning it off, and I felt a cold puddle on the sheets underneath me.

“
How was that?” he asked.

“
Fucking amazing,” I said.

“
It’s not over yet,” he said.

Blake grabbed my hands and pulled me up before unclasping the handcuffs and taking them off of me.

“
Keep it on,” he said, as I went to take off the blindfold.

He guided me down onto my knees, and I knew what was next. After all, how could I not suck his dick after the number he did to me moments ago? I reached out, grabbing his shaft, which was rock hard and ready. With both my hands I stroked him up and down, my small hands almost struggling to grip him fully.

I opened my mouth wide, not being able to see it and know how big I had to go, before I felt him slowly slide his cock into my mouth. My warm, wet tongue slid down his shaft as my hands stayed at the middle and bottom of him.

He grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his hands before holding it back so it wouldn’t get into my mouth. I could feel him sway himself in and out of me as my spit started to make a gurgling sound with each and every thrust he did into my mouth.

He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started to go deeper down my throat as I winced, feeling my eyes tear up a little as my gag reflex started to take effect. I pulled back, a trail of spit connecting his head to my lips, before I grabbed it and started to stroke him before swallowing my spit.

“
Stick out your tongue,” he said.

I obliged, sticking it out, before I felt him start to slap his cock against it before he slid it back into my mouth. I could feel myself getting wet with excitement before I reached down, my left hand still holding him straight, as my right hand started to slowly rub my aching pussy.

“
I want to fuck you,” he said.

“
I want you to fuck me,” I instantly quipped back.

What had gotten into me? I never talked like this, and I’d never been good at dirty talk. Was it just being around him that did this, or was it that I felt so comfortable being with him? I didn’t know the answer, but I knew I never wanted this to end. How was any man ever going to stack up to this?

Blake guided me up and onto my back. With my legs spread he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and I heard a wrapper being ripped open. I could almost feel him rolling the condom down his wet shaft before I felt his wrapped cock rub against me. I waited with anticipation before he pushed it up and down and let my juices lube him up.

With my legs in both of his hands I reached down and grabbed onto him before guiding him into me. I exhaled as he went in before I grabbed my tits and felt every inch of him stretching me out as I struggled to accommodate his massive girth.