He walks over to the door of the recording studio where I’ve been making my second album. The producer’s gone to lunch, taking the band with him. There’s just me and Ricardo and he’s locking the door before turning around to face me. He’s caught me alone in here and I can’t escape him.
“Do not move,” he says as I shift nervously in place. He walks back over. No, he prowls back over like he’s been stalking me on some hunting ground. I tremble on the spot, my clit already throbbing with need.
He walks around me in a circle, his breath hot on the back of my neck as he breathes me in. “This dress,” he says. “I want you out of this dress. You have ten seconds to remove it or I rip it from you.”
My eyes flash a warning at him but I say nothing. I want to think he’s joking but one look in his face tells me he means it.
I have to obey him even if I don’t know why.
I think it’s because there is no one else here. Just the two of us. All his attention on me. That makes me feel pretty powerful myself, especially when I see the hunger in his eyes as I whip my dress off as fast as I can.
“Just in time,” he says, taking it from my outstretched hand. He sets it aside on the table, looking at my body with a hint of a smile on his lips. “As good as I expected,” he says, reaching behind me, unhooking my bra.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” I say. “What if they come back early? They’ll see through the window.”
He swats my ass with his hand. The sting spreads through me as fast as the shock I feel. “I told you no talking,” he says, his tone one of warning. “Do not speak again.” He continues pulling my bra from me, the straps slipping down my arms as I stand in shock at what he’s just done to me. Why does my body react to his spanks with heat, not anger? Why do I want to speak so he’ll do it again?
I cover my chest with my hands but he merely shakes his head, moving my arms to my side. “Do not shield such beauty,” he says. “The time for modesty has long gone.”
He kneels in front of me. I feel his hot breath on my stomach, my nipples hardening against my will. He hooks his hands into my panties, sliding them down my legs, his fingers grazing my skin. I resist moaning but it takes effort. Can he tell how wet I am already?
He lifts one ankle, then the other, taking my shoe and sock off before removing my panties. I’m naked and he’s dressed. I can’t believe this is happening.
“On your knees,” he says. “Hands on your thighs.”
I sink to the ground at once, my body obeying before I’ve even processed the words. I look up at him as he begins to undress. He peels off his tie, tossing it behind him. His jacket follows. The entire time, he stares down at me, never once looking away.
His shirt comes next. Each button is like a glimpse into heaven. His chest gradually comes into view and the muscles are enough to get my stomach flipping over.
When he slides his pants down with his underwear, all I think about is how much I want him inside me. I’m perfectly still on my knees, submitting because he told me to.
“Open your mouth,” he says, pushing the tip of his huge tool toward my lips. I stare at it as it comes toward me, sticking out my tongue. I become a woman I’ve never been before I met him. I hungrily devour him, sucking at his length, running my tongue over it, staring up into his eyes the whole time. I draw him to the back of my throat again and again, loving the way I can get his breathing to change.
He’s losing his self control. His eyes are wider, his mouth open. He looks at me like he’s going to come in my mouth but then he pulls out, shaking his head. “Not yet,” he says. “Not until you’ve come.”
He holds out a hand. “Up you get.”
I let him lift me onto my feet. He presses his body to mine, his cock hot and hard against my skin. He kisses me greedily, owning my mouth, possessing my soul. No one else will ever own me. I belong to him for good. It’s not just the rings on our fingers. It’s the way our souls are entwined.
His hand is on my ass, holding me in place. “Onto the table,” he says, sweeping papers aside. They scatter to the floor as I climb up, turning in time for him to grab my knees and shove them apart.
He pushes me onto my back, his head between my legs a moment later. “You smell so sweet,” he says, running his tongue along the folds of my pussy. “And you taste even better.”
His tongue plunges into me and I let out a cry of surprise. His fingers spread me wide, his mouth moving up to my clit a moment later. He circles my engorged nub slowly, teasing me, bringing my body to life.
Something about his expert touch is making me want him even more. I feel my insides achingly empty. He seems to sense this, sliding a finger into me, adding a second a minute later, thrusting back and forth into me as his tongue keeps moving, never still for even a moment.
I grind against him, playing with my boobs, feeling my body getting close to the edge. I’m shocked when my climax hits me in under a minute. His tongue flicks faster and I let out a moan of delight as I reach an orgasm so strong, my whole body shakes in place.
I haven’t even recovered before he’s up and pushing himself into me, feeling my contractions along the length of his cock. The size of him stretches me almost painfully but then the ache is gone and all I feel is the perfect amount of full, like he was designed just for me. “Do it again for me. Touch yourself. Do it now.”
I move my hand to my clit, stroking it slowly while he slides back and forth in me.
He stares down at my movements, observing me closely. “I’m going to come in you,” he says, moving faster. “I want you to tell me when you’re coming.”
I move my hand faster, keeping rhythm with his movements. I look up at his chest, seeing those muscles of his and wanting to feel them with my hands. I reach up and pull him onto me. He crushes my body but in a good way, his tongue straight into my mouth.
I wrap my legs around him as he slams into me, grunting in my ear, all control lost.
My hand is still on my clit and I feel myself getting close. A minute later, I cry out, “I’m coming,” and then it hits me.
He thrusts faster than ever, his breath nothing more but gasps as he groans, drive all the way in, and then falls still. I feel him spurting deep inside me, filling me up completely in the way I always hunger for.
His chest heaves but he says nothing, his breathing slowing back to normal.
An hour later, I’m singing my heart out but my mind is back with him, remembering what we did in here while everyone else went to lunch. I can’t stop myself from smiling. I remember what he said before he left when I begged for one last orgasm.
“Wait until I get you home.”