Taken aback by the domination, I straighten my shoulders. I’m caught somewhere between lust and fear. The need for a man I feel safe with mixed in the betrayal I’ve lived before. I take a deep breath, then try to exert some control, an attempt to convince myself that I have the option to say no, that he isn’t the only one pulling the strings.
My heels click deliciously as I walk over, before lowering myself to straddle his lap. Between my legs his cock throbs, I grind temptingly. He moans, a sound almost animalistic.
“You like that, baby?” I purr, nipping his neck with my teeth. He flexes his hips, his dick grazing my lips through my panties. I pause, and his fingertips sink into my ass.
“Again,” he growls. Squeezing, almost to the point of pain. When I don’t move, he pushes deeper until my ass jumps. And I grind again. “Good girl.”
Balanced on the edge of the bed, his hands control my movement, guiding my hips as I rub against his length. Every so often our lips brush, soft, a stark contrast to the need pulsating below.
“Suck me,” he says. My eyelids, half-closed, fly open. He stares at me, lifting an eyebrow, baiting me to say no. “Suck me, Katie. You and I will be so fucking good together…”
I’m dropping between his thighs as he says, “…in business and pleasure.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, steel coating my tongue. “Is it a threat?”
He freezes, but there’s no hint of uncertainty on his face. Dark eyes dance, amused almost. The sign of a businessman who likes the debate.
“Why would I need to threaten you? Is this not what you want?” The words come easy, as if an obvious answer to my question. “You and I will be powerhouses, not only in publishing, but in the bedroom. What a team we will be.”
“Oh…” I stammer. Unsure how I feel about my uncomplicated hook up developing at an alarming rate. Brad is everything I should want. Gorgeous, successful, and in the right age bracket. He makes me feel good, and I want him. But why do I have an underlying urge to run?
“I can open doors for you, Katie Clark,” he whispers. The conversation returning to business. “But I can also make you scream for mercy…in bed…obviously.”
“Why do you want to help me, Brad?” I ask, trying to steady myself. Buy myself some time to center again.
“Because I love to see a successful woman. Especially a lady like yourself. Older, talented, but never thinking they would actually make it,” he says. My defenses drop instantly.He wants to help. “I love being a backbone to that.”
“And do you sleep with all the women you help?” He laughs, low and deep.
“No, Katie, I plan on only fuckingyou.”
My knees buckle, the nerves of the past few minutes disappearing. I unbutton his fly and release his cock. It’s long, engorged, and desperate for some attention. My tongue slides over the tip, his pre-ejaculate salty, then I take his length in my mouth. Pushing as deep as I can, he hits the back of my throat with a sharp thrust.
“Good girl,” he groans. “I love a woman who opens up on command.”
He grabs fistfuls of my hair as he rocks his hips, pumping my mouth, slowly but persuasively. I will my throat to relax. To give him this, enjoy it, then have my way later. We both want this. And today, is learning about each other.
My pussy screams for her turn, wanting to be filled like my throat. With my eyes closed, I imagine what he will feel like deep inside. When I’m on top, riding him like a queen.
My patience snaps.
Standing, I push him down on the bed, then wrestle his trousers from his legs. His cock stands proud from his body, ready to sink deep. He lies back and watches me strip the panties from my body.
I mount him, lining up and taking him in one swift motion. He sits up, and grabs at my bra. The back clasp snaps with ping.
My tits hang free as I bounce. He lies back, fingers locked on my hips, demanding I go fast and deep. His cock hits my G-spot,again and again. My orgasm builds more with each thrust. My pussy clamped, desperate for release, but not quite finding it.
“Clench, Katie Clark,” he orders. His hands hold me steady, demanding I sink as low as I can. “Come for me.”
Everything tilts. My body contracts in every cell. Then my orgasm hits, hard and fast. I try to rise, try to find a little relief. But he holds me firm, forcing my pussy to feel his cock hard and in control as I lose mine.
“Fuck…” I whimper.
“Yes, fuck,” he says. “Now, get on all fours while I do that.”
Now, on my knees, him deep inside me, I scream again.
That’s what I call a fucking amazing first date.