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Against my better judgment, I did as Rhys asked and threw out my bullet. I didn’t have toys, I had a toy. Now I mourned the loss of it, but saw a brighter future ahead, so I kept it short and sweet. There was no point in deleting my erotic romances, but I would refrain from reading them. I made an appointment the next morning for a full STD panel, blood work-up and to make sure I was doing well with keeping my birth control on track. Although I didn’t need birth control, that had been handled for me by my husband, it kept my periods regular and less painful. I spent six days thinking of the man whose grey eyes haunted me. Hours were spent picking out the perfect lingerie to wear to my kink debut. I cleaned my house frantically, to pass the time, and had even shown a listing or two. Being a part of the work force again felt good. I had pampered myself and even gone to lunch with a few girlfriends who had sworn me off after my endless months of hermit behavior. I’d begun to make peace with my circumstances, my failed marriage and my new arrangement—an arrangement that excited me to no end.
By the time the day came, I was so worked up I had to drink a glass of wine to calm myself before I hit the shower. I scrubbed myself viscously and exited the shower, slathering on a new body tonic that smelled amazing. I had myself waxed the day before and was smooth as silk, already wet with thoughts of what this night may bring. I clasped my brand new silver see-through bra and put on the matching panties. I shadowed my hazel eyes with a dark bronze and tinted my lips a glossy nude. I pulled on my favorite black silk slink dress and matching do me heels and gave myself a ‘go get ‘em’ smile in the mirror.
Arriving at The Rabbit Hole thirty minutes later, I smiled at the same bartender who took my order after she complimented my appearance. She was absolutely beautiful with a heart-shaped face, overly pouty lips and a small nose. She looked like a living doll, her bright red hair and colorful tattoos only made her more appealing. If I had a female type, she would be it. I asked her name.
“Tara,” she said, delivering my martini with a smile.
“Tara, nice to meet you. Call me Vi.” She nodded and shot down to the end of the bar to help others who were patiently waiting for their drink orders.
“Red or green?” A man sat next to me on the stool and I took in his appearance. He was only marginally attractive and had a slightly large nose and thin lips.
“Pardon?” I asked, completely clueless to his question.
“Red or green,” he asked again, confused at my lack of knowledge until realization hit him. “Ahh, I get it. You are new.”
“That I am …” I lingered, waiting for his name.
“Paul,” he answered, making himself more comfortable on his stool, a little too comfortable as he invaded my personal space, making no attempt to mask the fact he was checking out my tits.
“Paul, Vi, nice to meet you. So tell me, what does it mean?”
“They are the levels of kink you are interested in for the evening. Red being the most extreme and anything goes type of night and green, well it’s not quite as intense.”
I nodded, taking in his words, wanting further explanation but was interrupted from asking when Tara addressed me.
“You can go back,” she said, turning to Paul, shaking her head no. I caught that I was off limits to Paul by order of Rhys and it made me feel wanted for the first time in months. I smiled and nodded to Paul who regarded me with the eyes of a man who had just lost his favorite toy.
I walked the hall, adrenaline spiking to levels I hadn’t felt in years. I turned the knob to find Rhys in the corner of his office, his hands on his hip, staring at the security screen until I entered the room.
“You look beautiful.” His comment caught me off guard and I smiled as I closed the door behind me. “Hope you aren’t too offended by what I do about it.”
My reaction was instantaneous, my pulse sounding in my ears as I struggled to breathe as his words lingered between us. His eyes were fierce and a menacing smile graced his lips.
I quickly asked the question weighing on my mind. “Will tonight be red or green?”
“You are nowhere near ready for red. Papers, Vi.” He held out his hand and I opened my purse as I walked over and handed them to him. He looked at the bottom line satisfied then rounded his desk, handing me his own. I looked it over, noticing the date was recent and his last name was Volz. When I was satisfied with what I’d seen, I handed them back.
I licked my lips as we both stood taking inventory. Jesus he was hot. Tall, broad, slim at the waist. Tonight he wore slacks and a simple collared shirt. He walked around his desk and bent over, catching the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head slowly. He pulled me close to him, our stomachs touching and chests apart. He kissed me sweetly, but pulled away quickly as his eyes glittered over my breasts with appreciation.
“I think it’s time for an introduction,” he said, pushing me slightly away as he pulled his cock out from his pants. “Hit your knees.”
My sex twitched and I fell straight to them, mouth watering. I kept my hands away, studying the gorgeous cock in front of me. It was thicker than it was long, though he had nothing to be ashamed about in that department either. The head was huge and I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it. Another prayer answered. Mr. Thick Cock, indeed. I looked up to him as he gripped the edge of his desk with both hands, waiting expectantly. He had every right to be confident about what he had to offer. He was already slightly hard and I couldn’t wait to see him at full potential.
I gave him a small smile in appreciation before shoving the entire length in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I pushed through a gag, feeling his body flinch. Looking up, I found his eyes closed tightly and gave myself a mental pat on the back. Giving head was my favorite sexual act and I made damn sure I was good at it. I sucked him so hard, the noises were unmistakable. I opened my eyes to see him grip the desk with white knuckles and heard his breathing, but quickly realized I was the only one moaning. Sucking harder, I played with his sac, swirling my tongue on the huge tip, fisting his huge dick and still I had no moans. His face was filled with lust as he stared down at me, but I couldn’t hear him and it bothered me.
“Do you want me to stop? I asked, gripping him roughly.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he said through clenched teeth. I pulled his pants down to his ankles, grasping his ass with both hands and shoving as much of him in as I could. Minutes later, he withdrew from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. His breaths were heavy, his eyes hooded. I knew he was turned on. I hoped I had delivered and all the evidence below certainly pointed to the fact that I had.
Huge, thick cock, amen.
He reached behind me, unclasping my bra and sliding the material off with his fingertips, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples peaked with his stare alone and his eye shut briefly before he covered a nipple with his tongue. I gasped out his name and his gaze shot up to me. His eyes dilated, telling me he liked the sound of his name on my lips.
He released a perfectly peaked nipple from his mouth and led me to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. He carefully removed my panties and sat me down, slowly hooking each of my legs over the armrests, spreading me wide before him. Wrapping his arms around my middle, he pulled my ass to the edge. I had never been so exposed and had never been so wet in my life.
“Did you like sucking my dick?” he asked, kneeling down while sliding the tip of his finger up and down my ridge. I shuddered and barely got out the words.
“I loved it, ” I murmured.
“Good to know,” he said as he slid that torturous finger inside me. Another gasp and I was having a hard time keeping still. He slid that single finger over me again and again tracing, my pussy while exploring it with his eyes. I closed mine, gasping as he added another finger, sliding them easily in and out.
“Eyes on mine, Violet.” I did as he said as he leaned over and sank his tongue into me, causing me to jump. He stopped his movement, and when I whimpered, he scolded me.
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“Don’t move again, or tonight my tongue will be the only thing you get.” It was a threat I knew he would make good on. I willed my legs still and kept my hands planted on the rests, gripping the handles.
He licked me from my ass to the top of my folds and I couldn’t stop my limbs from shaking. It felt amazing, but I knew I had to warn him.
“I…I can’t come like this. I mean, it’s hard for me to.” His gaze hot on mine, he lifted his head slightly, his lips glistening with my juices.
“I’ve had my tongue on your pussy for ten seconds, Violet, but I could eat it all night. Stop talking.”
He licked his lips clean and it took everything I had not to grab his head and take his lips because I loved what they were saying. Yes, sir. I held my breath as his tongue flicked at my clit again and again. His fingers circled me sweetly, the stroke of his tongue gentle and coaxing. I kept my body still while inside I was screaming. I felt the pull coming faster than it ever had. His tongue, now more aggressive, swirled and licked and sucked, and by the time I had figured out he had twisted his fingers and was fucking me relentlessly with them, I was screaming his name in praise. Oh…my…God.
I came hard, shuddering and pulsating in places that hadn’t existed until this minute. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Fuck yes.”
Rhys was still on his knees, plunging his sinful fingers in and out of me, rubbing my wetness all over my pussy. “Glad you approve.”
He didn’t seem surprised at all. I, however, was floored. He leaned in again, sucking my lips clean, taking every single drop of the pleasure he just gave me back. When he had his fill, he looked up at me with a lust I’d only ever dreamed about. I burned it into memory and leaned in, cradling his head, taking his soaked lips, tasting and sucking them mercilessly. He grabbed the back of my head quickly with both his hands and our tongues mingled perfectly. Our kiss was almost as intoxicating as the cloud that lingered from my orgasm. The fog was amazing. We got lost in tongues and lips and sucking. I slid from the chair into his lap and wrapped my legs around him, squeezing his hips.
“Violet,” he protested. We both inhaled sharply as my soaked sex hit his hard dick. “Violet,” he mumbled, his lips still covered in mine.
“Enough!” he said, pushing me off of his lap gently. I was instantly humiliated and quickly apologized.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away,” I said, biting my lip in apology.
“Don’t be. It’s just that isn’t what you are looking for, right? I have other plans for us tonight.”
“That would have been pretty vanilla, huh?” I smiled deviously.
“Exactly,” he said, putting his cock back into his pants as my pussy twitched in protest.
“What, um, about you?” I asked, nodding toward the obvious and painful looking erection in his pants.
“He’s a big boy. He’ll be okay for now.” He gave me a full smile and I damn near lost it. This man had just feasted on me, had my juices on his lip, and was absolutely stunning.
“So how are we going to do this?”
“Didn’t I just give you a screaming orgasm?” he asked, locking up his computer before turning to me with that now familiar amused look.
“Yes, but now I thought we…” I replied sheepishly, knowing I was acting like a needy nymph.
“Now we eat.” He nodded toward my dress on the floor. I quickly realized I had been standing naked in front him without an ounce of bashfulness.
I could eat, but that was the last thing on my mind. And why wasn’t it the last thing on his? Wasn’t he tempted by me at all? I pushed the thought away as I grabbed my dress.
Then another disturbing thought occurred to me.
“Wait, are we going on a date?” I asked, sliding my dress over my head and adjusting it until is laid correctly.
“Not exactly,” he said, locking his office. He grabbed my hand, leading me out to the parking lot, which confused me even further. Handholding was not exactly the act of a casual sex partner. I said nothing as he led me to the passenger seat of a sleek black sedan. Once my door was closed, I shivered slightly as the air swooshed against my legs. My face, still burning with heat from being blasted in his office chair, welcomed the cold. What he had just accomplished in mere minutes took most men months of trying. I was soaking wet and couldn’t wait to feel that huge cock fill me up. I was suddenly irritated I had to wait longer. Then again, I loved the idea of his plans.
He sat next to me and started the car. I stayed quiet, not wanting to break the hum of my limbs. I was suddenly ravenous and now a little happier about dining. He stayed silent as well as he drove, adjusting the temperature for comfort, and turning on some music to fill the silent cabin. I looked out of my window, remembering the feel of his tongue and fingers. If the workings of his mouth were any indication of what this man could do, I was all for the game we were playing. We pulled into a Mexican restaurant I waited in my seat as he opened the door for me. When we were seated, he must have noticed my frown.
“What is it, Violet?” he asked, taking a tortilla chip from the bowl that had just been set down before us.
“Nothing,” I said, looking around the restaurant, none too pleased with the fact we weren’t dining in a classier place.
“Ah,” he said smirking. “You were expecting to be dined at a five star restaurant and fed buttered lobster from my fingers, is that it?”
“Well, not exactly,” I said, completely busted.
He opened his menu, trying to hide his deep smile, but I saw it.
“Okay, fine. Maybe I was hoping for something like that,” I said, picking up my menu.
“Uh huh,” he said, his chest moving with his chuckle.
“You’re doing it again, Rhys,” I said, my voice in a warning, “laughing at my expense.”
“You make it too easy.” He closed his menu and leaned over. “Sorry, but you have obviously read one too many erotica books.”
I crossed my arms and sat back, defiant. “So what? That’s what we women crave, to be worshiped and showered with gifts and adored while getting our brains fucked out.”
He leaned over, closed my menu and looked directly at me, his stare hot, making me shift suddenly. “I intend to make you crave me after I worship, shower, adore your pussy and fuck your brains out. But tonight, I’m in the mood for Mexican, okay, princess?”
I nodded quickly as I opened my menu. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I have no right to expect anything like that. And please don’t call me a princess or the next time I have your dick in my mouth I’ll bite hard and not in a pleasurable way.”
To that, he chuckled. “Noted.”
When the waiter came, we ordered fajitas and margaritas, keeping our conversation light. I finished my plate and looked at him with a question.
“Do you take all your tourists to dinner?”
“Tourists?” His lips curled at the edges. “I guess that would be an appropriate word for you at the moment. And yes, all the ladies that I have a sexual relationship with get fed at some point.”
“Why? That’s more of a dating type of thing to do.” He looked at me incredulously and shook his head.
“Well, this is not a scenario where you are fucking a man with no heart. Again with the books. I have feelings, emotions. I’m not made of steel, I bleed and I like to get to know the women I fuck. It’s a matter of feeling them out, seeing what they prefer, their wants and needs. Sex is just as psychological as it is physical, Violet. I date. I have relationships. Not all people into kink have some sort of demon to battle. It’s a sexual preference.”
“That club is like something out of one of my books.”
He exhaled. “Violet, that club was handed to me. None of it was my idea.”
“So what you’re saying is you’re normal?” I asked, the disappointment in my voice unmistakable.
“Sorry to disappoint you again. Would you prefer I acted like a pompous ass with mental issues and ordered you around like a bitch in heat?”
“I don’t know,” I said, sipping my margarita.
“That’s the point, you don’t. We are going to find out. For now, why don’t you just go with it? Why are you getting a divorce?”
That question threw me for a loop and I downed my margarita and gave him an honest answer.
“I started listening to his home office conversations months ago and realized he was cheating on me, with two women. When he comes home, which is rare at this point, at precisely eleven p.m. he calls who I refer to as the girlfriend and talks to her. She seems to have him on a short leash. It’s like a meticulous ritual with her and doesn’t make sense to me, but it’s every night he’s home at the exact same time. Other days and at all times of the day I’ll catch him calling the other. He’s either never realized his conversations aren’t muffled or doesn’t care. He cheated, it’s over. I’m fine and I never, ever want to talk about him again.” I glared at him for bringing up such a personal topic so soon.
He motioned for the waiter to get the check, paid quickly and grabbed my hand and led me out to the patio. A mariachi band was walking from table to table playing upbeat songs. I felt numb as I took in the small stone waterfall and strategically placed lights hanging above us. To the right of the patio around the corner of the building there was a tiny gazebo close to a small pond hidden under the cover of a tree and he led me there without a word. He took a seat at the tiny bench inside of it and gestured for me to sit on his lap. He turned my body sideways so that my legs were spread over his.
I stared at the pond still uneasy from my admission to Rhys and breathed the cold air in deep, trying to gain some small sense of peace back. This really wasn’t what I had in mind at all when I set out to explore my sexuality. I thought I had been perfectly clear about what I wanted, and so far, we’d only had some mind blowing oral. We sat in silence for a few moments before his breath was on my neck. I turned to see his eyes full of the same lust he’d shown back at his office. I was instantly back there with him, lips parted as he slid his hand underneath my dress and began to massage my pussy over my panties in mesmerizing circles. I instantly left the dark place from our conversation and felt my body start to hum. He moved my panties to the side, entering me suddenly with his digits, and I lost all sense of reality. I bucked under his hand, my body begging for more. He pulled his fingers from me, sucking them sweetly before putting them back into my warm center, in, out, in and out, in and out. He leaned over and took my neck with his mouth, trailing his tongue to my ear.