Loading...I pulled into the parking lot early as usual. I couldn’t seem to make myself show up late for work. As I started walking towards the door I heard a car break squeal and looked up just in time to see the front grill of a BMW, I was paralyzed in fear but he stopped just in time. I let go an audible gasp of relief as he jammed the car into reverse and pulled quickly into a parking spot.
“Hey!” he called from his window as he jumped from behind the wheel. I stopped walking away and turned wondering if he was going to yell at me. “Are you all right?” he asked striding towards me and stopping way to close to me, invading my personal space just as his flashy car had done. He was a tall man, towering over me. His skin was darker than mine but it was his eyes flashing and full of emotion that caught my attention. He grabbed me gently by the shoulders. I was shaking like a leaf, staring up at him.
“I’m sorry sir; I should have been paying more attention.” I mumbled turning, and trying to get away before I embarrassed myself by drooling on him.
“I’m the one who should apologize, I was driving like a maniac, are you sure you’re all right, your shaking.” He looked me up and down as his hands rubbed my arms in a friendly way. His eyes stopped dead when he got to my chest, my silk shirt was doing nothing to hide my taunt and very erect nipples, his gaze stayed there much longer than it should. By the time he looked back at my face I was blushing furiously. “At least let me buy you a cup of coffee.” He said as he brushed a stray hair off of my cheek. The familiar gesture had my stomach flipping and I just stood there and nodded. “Let me get my briefcase.” He said turning and pulling me towards his car. He didn’t let go of me the entire time. He pulled his case from the passenger seat and then his hand slid to the small of my back. I jumped in surprise but instead of moving away, he let his fingers gently rub back and forth soothing and teasing against the hem of my blouse. The scent of his cologne was sensual, not unlike the man. I had never been paid so much attention to by such an attractive man and the effect was leaving me tongue tied.
We sat down at a small table and he went and brought the coffee to me. As he set it in front of me and sat down he reached over taking my hand in his. We both just looked at the way his dark fingers contrasted with my pale skin. He entwined his fingers with mine rubbing them slowly up and down. The simple act had me squirm in my seat. It was then that he looked up. Without a doubt he knew it excited me, a slow arrogant grin spread over his face, his teeth gleaming at me, his eyes glowing with the knowledge of my arousal.
“You don’t talk very much do you?” He asked taking a sip of his coffee his eyes steady on mine.
“I…no it’s just that…” I paused and felt the blush rising again. “You make me nervous.” I finally blurted out and his grin widened.
“Is that such a bad thing?” He asked clearly waiting for an answer. I wanted to bury my head under the table. His phone rang saving me from having to answer. I sipped my coffee and enjoyed watching him as he spoke on the phone. His voice had a slight accent and yet I couldn’t seem to place it. His dark hair was curly and it made me want to touch it. He spoke with such authority and precision; it was obvious he was a man who possessed great control and yet there was something else bubbling just below the surface, a passionate ruthlessness that probably drew women to him like moths to the flame. His fingers tightened on mine and very deliberately he rubbed his thumb into the palm of my hand as he watched me, I tried not to squirm this time. I was sure he was just toying with me. Why would this beautiful man waste his time with an older married woman when he could be with anyone he chose. My vulnerability had me pulling back, both my hand and my emotions.
“I should go.” I whispered trying to retrieve my fingers. He held me firmly not relinquishing my hand
“Let me call you back.” He said into the phone and rung off. “Why are you running from me?” He asked standing up and still refusing to let go.
“I don’t want to be late for work.” I said unable to think of anything else. “Thank you for the coffee.” I said in barely above a whisper.
“At least tell me your name.” He said his eyes staring down once again at our entwined fingers and then back into mine.
“My name’s Marie, I work up on the top floor.” I stammered taking a step back and towards the door. He followed me closing the distance between us still hovering in my personal space.
“Will you have dinner with me tonight?” He asked even as his fingers brushed against my wedding ring.
“I can’t, and I can’t imagine you mean it.” I blurted out. Tugging my hand free I bolted for the door. I thought I heard him laugh as I pushed through the door.
I tried to concentrate on my work, yet my mind kept drifting back to the morning, I was already fantasizing about feeling his hands on me, watching them slide over my skin, and wondering what it would feel like. I pressed my thighs together, I was half way to an orgasm already and just a couple well placed touches would send me over the edge. At least I would have something to think about when I slipped between the sheets tonight I thought to myself. Looking down at the papers in front of me I tried once again to concentrate on my work.
“Hey Marie, it looks like your husband sent you some flowers.” Marsha set a vase down on my desk. “He must have done something really bad to send an arrangement like this.” She grinned at me and walked away. I stared at the arrangement of Lilacs and Lilys and fumbled with the card. My whole body trembled as I read the card
“Marie, I love the way your hand looks in mine.” It was signed Randy. I read it again and remembered, shutting my eyes and letting the memory fill my senses. I spent the rest of the morning glancing up and smiling, and drinking in the fragrance of my favorite blooms. I didn’t see him again for about a week and then as fate would have it, it was my turn to apologize. I pulled into the parking spot and tapped the bumper of his car, there was a slight dent. For a split second I thought about moving my car and saying nothing, but then common courtesy not to mention a crazy desire to see him again overcame me. I ran up to my office and dropped off my purse and coat and then headed down to the 10th floor to face the music.
His office was very much like him, dark extremely ordered with an air of arrogance that was visible right down to his assistant who gave me a rather snooty look as he looked down his nose at me.
“Do you have an appointment?” He asked
“No, but I need to speak to Mr. Marconi, (thank goodness I had found his name on the directory in the lobby) Its about his car.”
“And you are?” He asked barely concealing his inpatients.
“Look, I hit his car in the parking lot, would you get him please?” the man grinned in what could only be thought of as glee and spoke into the intercom.
“Mr. Marconi, there is a woman out here that says she hit your car in the parking lot.” There was a shout from inside the office before he even completed the sentence. The office door slammed open and there he was. He looked furious his hands were clenched at his sides and then he saw me and stopped still.
“Marie?” he asked “You hit my car?” He stood tense and waiting for a reply.
“Could we go into your office?” I asked trying not to look at his simpering assistant. He suddenly realized we were standing in the reception area and moved out of the way motioning me into his office.
“Carl, get an estimate of damage immediately!” I heard him bark before slamming the door behind him.
He walked past me and to his desk and then turned and leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest. “What happened?” He asked
“I just…it’s not a big dent or anything, and Ill pay for the damage.” I stammered
“That’s not what I asked you.” He said staring at me.
“I pulled to far forward into the parking spot, I…my mind was wandering…and I’m sorry.” I fidgeted worried for the first time being alone with him in his office.
“My insurance rate will go up if I report this.” He said scowling at me.
“I could pay for it, I mean I…just tell me how you want to take care of it and Ill do it.” I said my voice almost a whisper. He was so intimidating when he was angry.
“What were you thinking about when you hit it; you said your mind was wandering.” He asked and watched as the color rose on my pale cheeks. He nodded his head slightly and moved to stand right in front of me. “Were you thinking about me?” He asked as he stroked his thumb achingly slow over my lips.
“Yes.” I whispered all at once horrified that I had answered him.
“Let’s go take a look at the damage shall we?” He said and once again I felt the pressure of his hand at the small of my back, and then just a little lower, to low to be politically correct, but I didn’t want to point that out to him and besides it felt so good to have his warm hand touching me.
He knelt at the bumper of his car and ran his hand over the dent, the whole bumper would have to be replaced, and this was a very expensive car. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to pay for it.
“You have been a naughty girl haven’t you?” He said under his breath. I gasped and took a step back. He stood and crowded me against my own car. “Are you going to pay for it or shall I punish you as payment?” I pressed back against the car but there was no where to go.
“P…punish me?” I asked gasping as he pressed his hips against mine and I could be in no doubt as to what he meant.
“Is that what you want?’ He asked his hands clamping firmly onto my waist. I nodded my head afraid and exhilarated all at once. “Say it.” He demanded.
“I want you to punish me” I whispered trembling as his fingers dug into my skin.
“Prove it.” He demanded. “Open your car door.” He said stepping back as I hurried to comply. He stood in the open door and for a moment just stared at me. “Turn around Marie.” I turned and felt him standing behind me. He leaned forward and whispered to me “Are you a naughty girl?” I whimpered.
“Yes,” I heard myself say. It sounded like he groaned. I felt his hand on my back pushing me forward.
“Pull up your skirt Marie, show me how naughty you are.” I froze for a moment wondering if anyone was watching but somehow I knew he wouldn’t allow that. I slowly slid the skirt up until my lacey cream colored boy-panties showed. His hand pressed against me pushing me the rest of the way down onto the seat and then slowly he slid his fingers down and along the crack of my ass cheeks, and rubbed two fingers against the gusset of my panties. “Tell me Marie, tell me that you need to be punished.” He said it softly but the demand was still in his voice.
“I…I need to be punished.” I whispered my bottom twitching against his fingers.
“When I punish you, you will call me sir, do you understand?” He waited for my answer. Continuing to rub against my lace covered pussy.
“Yes sir.” I gasped my thighs trembling; it was all I could do not to moan out loud.
“You will present yourself at my office after work where your punishment will begin, and it will continue until I say you are done do you understand?” His finger pressed harder this time pushing the lace into my swollen lips.
“Yes sir.” I whispered unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice. He chuckled and gave my ass a soft slap, and then he slapped the top of my thighs.
“All right Marie” he said easing my skirt down. “Ill see you after work tonight.” He said stepping back and helping me shut the door. He paused for a moment. “Did you like the flowers?” He asked as if nothing had happened between us.
“Yes there my favorite.” I said almost in awe of this dark stranger that held such a grip on my emotions. He smiled at me.
“Good, I hoped you would enjoy there fragrance as I have enjoyed yours.” He grinned at my gasp and we walked back towards the entrance.
The rest of the day I couldn’t keep my mind on my job, by 4:30 I gave up and just tried to look busy. My mind could only focus on the one thing that I couldn’t let go of. I had let this strange man touch me where only my husband had touched me before, and more than that I had loved it. My panties were still wet, my stomach still clenching, and my thighs still trembling. And the vision in my head was vivid, of his hand on my white skin, the way my ass cheek trembled as he smacked it with the open palm of his hand, the sting of flesh and shot of pleasure it brought. I tried not to think about what would happen in just another half an hour.
I took the stairs to the tenth floor after calling to say I would be late getting home from work. I didn’t want anyone to wonder where I was going or why. His assistant was gone and the office was dark. Slowly I opened his office door and called his name tentatively.
“Randy?” silence greeted me and I just stood there. I heard something but it was too dark to see. I fumbled with a light switch on the wall. But a hand clamped around my waist and over my mouth at the same time stopping me from moving and sending waves of terror through me. I tried to scream but the hand kept any sound muffled.
“Shh” came a harsh whisper against my ear. “You asked for this” he grated into my ear as he bit into my neck right next to my earlobe, softly and then harder letting me feel his teeth and bruising the skin. He pushed me forward, I half stumbled half walked until we were at the entrance of his private bathroom. He pushed me in against the counter there was low light in the room enough to see him clearly in the wide mirror. His hand came around me and undid my blouse one button at a time; quickly he unhooked my bra and pulled it from me leaving me bare. My nipples tightened as he gazed at them He grabbed my hands and pulled them up and placed them against the mirror. “Don’t move your hands do you understand?” He asked pressing them hard against the cool surface of the mirror.
“Yes sir.” I whispered terrified that this had been a miserable mistake. I looked at my reflection in the mirror my breasts trembling, the nipples dark and taunt making my creamy flesh look even more pale. He stood behind me unbuttoning his shirt and slowly pulled it from his chest. He looked strong and dark as he stood behind me standing still for a moment watching me. Finally he touched me, his hands moving up my arms, his back pressing against mine. One hand wrapped around my waist and the contrast in the mirror was so enticing. He jerked my skirt open tugged it over my hips until I stood in just my lacy panties. He grabbed my knee from behind and lifted it to the counter. I heard the zipper of his pants slide open, and saw the expensive fabric slide down his legs, and then his boxers until he was naked behind me. He pressed against me from behind.
“I’m going to punish you Marie, do you deserve it?” He asked as his hands moved over my skin, his thumb teasing the underside of my breast and then sliding lower to circle and caress my belly.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered and he stopped. He stood still. His hands clenched on my skin and I knew in an instant I had displeased him. He took a step back and his hand came down hard on my ass.
“Never tell me you’re sorry.” He demanded, “You will say forgive me Sir, do you understand?”
“Yes sir, I understand.” It was a whimper but it was the best I could do, I was to turned on and afraid to manage much more.
“Tell me Marie, have you been naughty? I want to hear you say it.” He ordered his fingers clenching into my hip.
“I’ve been so naughty.” I gasped. “I need you to punish me Sir, please” I whispered. My urge to rub my ass against him was starting to overcome me. Watching his dark hands moving over my white skin hearing his sensual voice was pushing me over the edge. With a swift tug he pulled my panties to the side, and with one hard thrust I felt his hard cock pushing into me. He was thick, stretching me until I whimpered and his length was more than I had ever had. He thrust deep into me.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” He asked harshly as he slammed up into me again and held his cock deep inside of me grinding against my ass.
“Yes sir” I answered
“Yes sir what?” He ground out biting into the flesh of my neck and shoulder
“Yes sir I’m going to be your good girl?” I said whimpering. My hands started to slide on the mirror. He smacked my ass again.
“I told you to stay.” He said pushing my hands back up and then stopping.
“Look at us Marie; look at the way we look together.” He demanded as his hands moved back down my arms, over my breasts and down to my stomach.
“Are you my little slut?” He asked
“No.” I cried I couldn’t call myself that I just couldn’t. He thrust harder into me jerking his hips back and forth his long cock thrusting harder into me.
“Marie,” he warned, “Are you my little slut?” He reached up and pinched my nipple twisting it waiting to hear the words I didn’t want to say. “Say it!” He demanded twisting until I cried out.
“Yes, I’m your little slut.” I started to cry and he thrust into me again and again. My body shook as my sobs got louder.
“Who do you belong to?” He demanded “Tell me.”
“I belong to you.” I whispered.
“Louder!” He ordered thrusting harder. His fingers snaked over my stomach and slid to my clit rubbing it.
“I belong to you” I cried out as his body slapped harder against mine.
“Do you want to cum now?” He asked me
“Yes!” I cried out again
“Beg me Marie” He gasped thrusting harder and reaching lower to feel his shaft thrusting deep inside, squeezing my swollen lips around his hard cock.
“Please, sir…I have to ….ohhh I have to cum please!” I cried out, all pride gone, nothing left but the desire to be pleasured and find my release.
“Yeah…yeah…Oh Marie…cum with me now!” He demanded it and I felt the trembling start deep inside me…shaking my whole body, heat and euphoria sweeping through me, I cried out again and again calling his name even as he shouted mine. His seed spurting and spilling as he thrust even deeper into me filling me as full as possible, my juice covering his cock as he continued to thrust until every drop was spent. His cum mingling with mine sliding down my thighs. He lay against me. Our hearts pounding together. We stayed like that for a while his hands stroking over my skin, then he took a towel and ran it under hot water and cleaned my thighs, and helped me to dress. It was such a tender act after such heated control that I was overwhelmed. How could I say no to pleasure like that?