ME06 Story

It was another weekday and another lunch at the Golden Wok. Huan, the pint-sized Chinaman behind the Formica countertop at the rear of the diner, flashed his usual toothy grin and standard greeting, “Ha you doink tahday? Ordah same ting?”

Grayson returned his smile and nodded. “Hey Huan, doin’ fine, thanks! Yeah, let’s go with the usual – beef and broc...”

Huan cut him off and finished the order with precision. “Beef, broccoli, extra spicy, egg drop soup, and beek glass watah.” Grayson just shook his head and smiled. Either he was eating there too much, or Huan had an incredible memory. Could be that both had a grain of truth.

“Yup, you got it, Huan. Seems some habits are hard to break.”

Huan slipped the ticket into a little rack in the high window to the kitchen and slapped the service bell to alert the cook of another order in queue. A much taller Chinaman with at least a foot of ponytail snatched the ticket from the rack, scanned it, and muttered something in Mandarin in the general direction of Huan. An abrupt burst of rapid fire Chinese bounced back at the cook in a voice two octaves higher than Huan’s normal conversational tone. Whatever he said earned a shrug and a head wag from his cook. Grayson smiled, clueless as to what they discussed, but it happened almost the same way every time. It all fit into part of an expected routine. His days were like that, melting together to the point even lunch had turned into something nondescript and routine – routine to the point of boring. He had no clue that today would deliver anything to the contrary.

After collecting his plastic utensils and a couple of napkins, Grayson headed for his usual table in sunny corner away from the entrance. It only took one meal sitting near the door when the weather was cold to motivate one to grab a seat well away from it. The frigid wind tunnel effect that raked over your ankles whenever someone came in or went out was the penalty for sitting too close. The warm sun offered a welcome contrast to the five-degree chill on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shaking the kinks out of his USA Today, he settled back to scan the business section while lunch tossed and tumbled in the giant woks in the back.

The Wok was busy with a steady stream of regulars, most of them going through a similar recitation of favorite meals by Huan. A sense of order and sameness created a small comfort that Grayson enjoyed as part of his regimen. The sun to his back, the rustling of his newspaper, the sound of the big woks hissing and clanging in the back, and the enticing smells of food cooking offered familiar stimulation to his senses. All of it made him feel alive, feeding his hunger on many different levels. Yet another hunger was there too – a different kind – a suppressed animal longing that had the potential to overshadow any combination of the others in an instant.

Out of the corner of his eye, a flash of red hair tossed by an aggressive breeze caught his attention. Nearly six feet of lioness skipped through the door as though the accompanying blast of cold air had roughly deposited her there. The USA Today lowered and curled away discretely, as his eyes feasted on the image of a tall, leather-coated, nicely high-heeled, and will-you-look-at-those-calves woman. The sounds that were the Golden Wok disappeared; replaced by the crisp snap of expensive heels on the hard tile floor. Every aspect of his comfortable routine melted away in that long-awaited instant. A heightened level of awareness and a greatly narrowed focus took its place. The briefest of glances in his direction set the proverbial hook. He became a hostage to the repressed hunger that slept so lightly beneath his exterior. His heart quickened. Not every good-looking woman had the same impact on him, but this one was different. She broke him down into a single-mindedness driven by the momentum of rapidly building sexual desire.

On the surface he played the role of a man silently appreciating the lines of a fine looking woman. Inside, a litany of questions begged for answers – questions whose answers were envisioned as vivid images that stirred within his mind – and his loins. He absently licked his lips, as other delicious thoughts were served up as an unexpected appetizer to his beef and broccoli.

After she placed her order, her hard leather heels stabbed the floor with a rhythm that even a blind man would know he sat in the presence of a long-legged woman. She sat down two tables away from Grayson, facing him, and made obvious efforts not to make eye contact with anyone, especially him. He knew that she knew he looked her over from nose to toes. The feast his eyes enjoyed was part of the journey; a journey if taken to the limits, would take hours to complete. His eyes fell back to the newspaper, but they saw nothing. The text and multi-colored bar charts may as well have been written and labeled in Chinese. The words served no purpose to a mind that slowly undressed the woman sitting two tables from him, silently coaxing her to release whatever rules kept her eyes from meeting his.

She stood to remove her coat, displaying very nice legs beneath a skirt that fell just above her knees. A patented, backhanded flip of long red hair followed by a perfect head toss caused her chin to come up slightly, yet her eyes remained downcast. He knew that a woman only makes that move with such flair when she either knows she’s being admired, or wanting it that way. After she sat back down, her right leg rose slowly and her left tucked underneath to complete a graceful crossing, sharing only a shadowy hint of the secrets tucked beneath her skirt. She pulled her top leg higher, generously exposing more thigh, a silent confession that she likely wanted his eyes there as well. He drank deeply of what she showed him, and he could sense she felt his gaze. He wondered if her confession ran deeper than a flashing flirtation. Maybe she wanted more than his eyes on her.

A car alarm chirped out in the parking lot causing her to look toward the sound. He sat well within her field of vision yet she still did not make eye contact. Long slender fingers toyed absently with a diamond pendant that hung from a silver chain around her neck, as she continued to gaze out the window. He wondered if she knew that he had her stripped down to the dainty little panties he imagined she wore underneath. He wondered if she had the same disciplined concentration when a very patient tongue lingered between her thighs. Imagination blended with a hearty lust, causing him to wonder how her breathing would change if his lips brushed over those alleged scanty panties searching for her ripened clitoris. When she flexed her top leg higher for a couple of seconds before relaxing, he had all the proof he needed to know she held all of the answers to his silent questions between those perfect thighs.

Over the top of his newspaper he studied the muscles in her legs. The smooth definition in her top thigh moved as she shifted in her seat, forcing him deeper into his fantasy. She had to be able to feel the backs of his hands tracing gently along the insides of her thighs, elbows forcing her legs open. He could almost feel her shiver at the soft tender kisses that landed softly along the insides of her knees. He sensed resistance at first, but her rapidly beating heart would offer more pull than push to keep him out. Her resistance would stand in his way as stiffness, an almost awkward grace, fought weakly as her legs were pushed opened farther to expose her greatest sense of vulnerability, stripping away decorum and laying bare the naughty secrets of what she wanted. She would soften slightly, yet even after he had her thighs spread nicely and her ass cradled in his arms there would be tenseness not yet yielding, not yet wanting with the same voracious hunger as that of the man between them. But that would soon change. At some point she would melt. At some point she would change from resisting him, and relax into a posture of complete submission, wanting him to take whatever he pleased. At some point she would stop receiving the sex he offered and become the Fuck that would ultimately consume them both. Inhibitions would melt away, leaving him to be the sole judge of how much of her he would choose to eat.

Grayson would never rush to force her hurriedly to reach her melting point. That awesome destination was not the primary objective; instead, he found the journey required to get there posed a far greater source of enjoyment. Nothing beat the patient investment in preparation of arrival at a place where nothing else mattered. His satisfaction came from taking the time to prepare her with pleasures that would make the arrival something to remember. More questions formed begging for more answers. Was she patient enough for him to prepare her properly? Was she willing to make the investment?

Finally, as if on queue with his final question, her eyes turned away from the parking lot and came to rest directly on his. Her motion seemed overly slow and deliberate. It seemed like everything up to this point had been part of a script that called for her to look at him with an incredible hunger. She didn’t smile. Full lips parted slightly, as she exhaled heavily. The look flickered in her eyes, the look that asked for more than his eyes to touch her. His heart startled as the adrenaline of desire rushed into his bloodstream. He never broke her gaze. Everything he wanted to do to her streamed from his eyes at the speed of sight. A heartbeat later, the hunter became the hunted.

She pointed at him, slowly rolling her hand over and curling a finger, a signal for him to come to her table. Simultaneously, she pushed out the chair across from hers with her foot. His private fantasy suddenly became public; at least between the two of them.

“Hey,” he said, as he sat down, leaning forward on his elbows.

“Hay is for horses,” she replied, showing no emotion and still not offering a smile.

“Or to take a roll in,” he countered immediately, searching her face for a reaction.

She offered none. ‘Hmmm, she’s good,’ he thought to himself.

“I’ve felt your eyes on me ever since I walked through the door.”

Grayson smiled slightly and returned the same steely calm. “Does that bother you?”

“No, not particularly,” she said slowly, pausing, “but it does make me curious.”

“You’d better be careful about that,” Grayson cautioned gently.

“And why should I?”

“When you came through the door I immediately noticed that you possessed the grace and the presence of a lioness.” He leaned back and thought for a second before he continued, “Maybe a sleek panther or some other jungle cat. Either way, we both know what natural predator curiosity can do for a cat.”

“Maybe some cats liked being tracked by a predator,” she said, a faint trace of a smile appearing for the first time.

She obviously planned to tarry with his every thrust. She was sharp. She was quick, and she was hungry. The difficult part had to be which of them played the role of predator and which would allow themselves to be the prey. Quite possibly that would be determined by whoever blinked first. Grayson had no intentions of giving up his claim on satisfying his hunger first. She would have to be the one to blink.

“Maybe?” he countered, giving her no room to maneuver.

She paused, looking at him. She showed no signs of making further conversation, choosing instead to study his face. He watched her eyes drift downward to his mouth where he rewarded her with a slow moistening of his upper lip with the tip of his tongue. He knew where he wanted the tip of his tongue. The only question left to be answered centered on when did she want it there? A subtle flaring of her nostrils turned her out. Then she blinked.

“Tell me,” she started slowly, “as you were looking at me, did you see something you wanted?”

“Hmmm, not really, but then I don’t have to see it to want it.” Again he paused for effect. “But I have every confidence you have it.”

“Oh, do I?” she replied, feigning surprise.

“I’m quite certain of it. But I must confess to a curiosity of my own.”

“Oh?”

He threw the gauntlet at her feet. “I’m not sure if you have the patience and discipline for me to ever find out.”

She paused for only an instant before taking the bait. “Find out what?”

“To find out how long it would take for me to discover your melting point.”

“My melting point?” she asked, struggling to suppress the crimson flush that spread upward along her neck and across her cheeks.

“Yes. It’s that instant when you realize that whatever you think you’re going to get becomes the only thing you want. You’re whole body language changes. You melt into the moment. Want becomes inseparable from need. Permission you give is replaced with a selfish taking with the intent to do nothing but satisfy yourself, and quite frankly, at that point, nothing else matters.”

“Oh my!” she said with a mocking little grin. “So you’re sure I have such a place?”

Grayson sat back and grinned. “If you have to ask, I have my doubts.” He leaned forward in his seat again, resting his elbows on the tables, hands folded in front of him to whisper. “Are you telling me you’ve never been there before?”

Again she fell silent. He could not tell if she considered his description or if her hesitation screened an effort to regain control of the conversation. The deepening blush on her face told him he had caught her totally off guard.

Finally she spoke a truth he at first did not expect. “I’m not sure. At least not like you’ve just described it.”

Her truth could have been pure honesty or bait of her own. Either way he acted upon it. “Then let me take you there.”

“You certainly seem sure of yourself,” she said, toying with him.

“Hey, if I’m wrong then I owe you an apology this instant, and I should be getting back to my table to enjoy my lunch,” he said and started to rise.

She reached out and grabbed his hand. “Come back to my office with me. Behind closed doors you can show me.”

Fate threatened to intervene in the form of Huan carrying two trays of food. “Here you lunch. You sit togeddah?”

“No, Huan, I’m sorry, could I get you to put these in ToGo boxes?”

“Sure, Okay, no problem,” answered Huan, and he scurried off to fill two Styrofoam boxes with their lunches.

They left immediately – empty-handed.

* * *

She tossed her coat over the back of one the guest chairs across from her desk and turned to him saying, “Make yourself comfortable. I need to make sure we’ll not be interrupted.”

He dropped into a big leather couch against the far wall in a very spacious office. Rich appointments in high tech leather and dark hardwood furniture formed a well-balanced placement around the edges of the room. A big desk with richly carved pedestals framed a high-backed leather chair that sat in front of a huge plate glass window. Artwork spaced around on the walls characterized very angular, bold, high contrast colors against a predominantly black and charcoal background. Each piece had its own illumination with miniature, halogen spotlights above it. Clearly, this woman held a position of power – the more powerful the better. He smiled at that thought. He wanted to taste power melting into submission as he slipped behind the mask.

Nothing matched the way a powerful woman melted when she becomes Fuck – always wearing the mask of control – always in charge. It doesn’t matter if she is a corporate executive or a mother of four, she always has to be the one giving the orders and granting the permissions. Grayson craved the reaction he earned when permission granted turns into something else, something more animal-like. Nothing compared to a powerful woman being consumed by Fuck and reaching that point where she melts into a private delirium of selfish bliss.

He rose and stretched as he walked over and settled into her desk chair. As he leaned back to stretch again, she came through the door, stopping to lock it before turning to lean back against it.

“How much time do you have?” asked Grayson.

“How much do we need?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“On how patient and disciplined you are. You see I didn’t come back here with you just to get my rocks off. High velocity fucking has a time and a place, but this is not it. I came here to show you something about yourself first, and, if you actually do have the patience necessary to take you there, it’s going to take some time. So I guess to answer your question, we need to know how patient can you be?”

The crimson crept upward from beneath the collar of her blouse once again, streaking her neck and flooding onto her cheeks. He didn’t wait for her to answer.

“Sure, I could push you down on that nice leather sofa and fuck you like an animal. And believe me, I’d love to fuck you – slow and deep,” he spoke with great deliberation, never taking his eyes from hers. “If and when we get to fucking like that, you’ll want it more than you’ve ever wanted it before.”

“So...” she started to say, “that’s when I get to this melting point and...”

“And I’ll feel your body stop giving and begin to take. That’s when I’ll take whatever I want, and you’ll beg me to take it.”

She fidgeting with her hands as she spoke, “I...uh...told Mandy to hold my calls and to not disturb me until I finished with our meeting.”

“Perfect, he said. He pushed back in her chair, rolling away from her desk, and then gestured to her. “Now, come here and let me show you a few things.”

As she walked toward him, he stood, taking her by the upper arms and positioned her between himself and the desk. He stepped closer and leaned forward with every indication that he planned to kiss her. Instinctively, her hands came up and she leaned toward him to receive his kiss, but he stopped her short with strong hands wrapped around her wrists.

“No. You’re not to touch me, and you’re not to assume anything. Do you understand?” he said forcefully, pushing her hands away and back down to her sides. He did not wait for her to reply and continued immediately with his explanation. “If this is going to work you’re going to have to follow my instructions. For however long it takes, you’re under my strict control. You will do only what I say. Can you do this for me?”

For a split second she appeared to be taken aback by the change in his demeanor. She did not appear threatened by what he said or how he said it, but it definitely seemed to place her into a different scenario from where she normally found comfort. Taking orders instead of giving them reflected as a brief source of confusion. The imbalance of power and the presence of his lust reflected in her face and caused her to shiver. Grayson knew a rush of sensation just ripped up her spine. Her answer came quickly.

“Yes!”

He knew then that she belonged to him and would comply with his wishes. Her eyes were already thanking him for taking the pressure off of her. He could tell that she needed as much as she wanted everything that he would do for her. Grayson found something delicious about a woman accustomed to being superior in every way when she released control and submitted to him. He smiled and sat down in the chair leaving her stand before him.

“Good girl,” he said softly, leaning back in the chair, propping elbows on the wide leather arms and bridging his fingertips together. Take your jacket off, and unbutton your blouse. I want you to show me your tits.”

She sucked in her breath sharply at his demand. Her reaction had its effect, confirming she found the vulgarity shocking and dirty, and it forced the flush back onto her face. She did not hesitate; however, shrugging the black wool blazer off her shoulders and tossing it on the desk behind her. Shaking fingers reached for the top button of her blouse when he stopped her.

“You’re shaking. Are you afraid?”

“No,” she whispered, “I’m just a little...”

He stood and stepped close enough to kiss her, stopping her in mid-sentence. His lips were nearly touching hers as he finished her sentence, “...Nervous?”

“Yes,” she whispered again, her eyes darting between his penetrating gaze and his mouth.

He leaned to the side and brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “You want me to kiss you don’t you?”

She nodded slightly, almost afraid to move, remembering that he did not want her to touch him.

“I’d like that very much too,” he confessed softly, “but it’s not time for that yet. There’s something I want even more than that. Something so...”

He stayed close to her ear to finish his sentence with the absence of words, exhaling a ragged breath, bathing her ear and neck with the fiery heat of his desire.

She shivered. Her lips parted as she inhaled sharply, reacting to his heat and the implications of whatever lust made him exhale like he just did. Nipples strained against her bra, pressing urgently into the sheer silk of her blouse. He straightened slightly, bringing his mouth back to only a fraction from touching her lips and whispered. “I want for you to slowly unbutton your blouse.” Grayson brushed her nose with his, tilting his head to the left. The tip of his tongue traced lightly across the peak of her upper lip before he continued. “I want you to show me those pretty tits of yours.”

He thought she was going to swoon right then and there, as the air rushed out of her lungs. This woman needed special attention. Asking her to undress herself at his command and display her body before him represented exactly what she needed. Each step, when taken slowly, would add another log to the fire that already burned hot. He knew her pussy had to be soaking wet already and a special ache for extraordinary things escalated the desire he sought.

He sat back down and scooted the chair closer so she nearly stood between his knees. “Now...show me. Slowly.”

With fingers that were still shaking she labored to push each button through its hole allowing the soft silk to collapse against the tops of her hands as she worked down her blouse. She pulled the tail from her skirt to finish the last two buttons. When she released the last one, her hands fell to her sides waiting for his next instruction. He knew she wanted him to lift open her blouse.

“Very good. Now I want you show me,” he said. “Leave your bra on, and open your blouse.”

She began to comply with his request.

“Watch what you do. Don’t watch me. Watch how your blouse slides away exposing your breasts to a perfect stranger. Such a naughty girl you are – showing your tits to a man you don’t know. It makes me wonder what other obscene things you might want me to make you do.”

Her breathing became increasingly shallow. His words were making the desired impact. He had extracted her from her executive cocoon of control and pushed her into the body of a naughty little girl stripping for a stranger. The want in her eyes pooled in diluted pupils of arousal. She looked down at the narrow gap in her blouse that shrouded the gentle curves of her cleavage and slowly started to pull it open.

“Slowly,” he reminded. He could see that her nipples were fully extended and pressing into the lace of her bra. The muscles in her belly flexed as she breathed in and out with short quick breaths.

“Unhook it and show me more.”

She released the front closure.

“Stop. Now I want you to very carefully pull the bra away, and show them to me. Watch with me. Feel the lace slipping away from your nipples. Watch yourself offering those sweet tits to me. Such a naughty little girl you are. You want me to see them don’t you? Hmmm, and I’ll bet you want me to do more than just look too?”

She trembled as she pulled the bra apart exposing her breasts. It was obvious that she struggled to draw each breath. Grayson’s arousal became more apparent as his penis stiffened in his trouser, reminding him of a necessity to control his own rush toward normal things.

“Very nice. Very, very nice. They’re beautiful.

Her eyes lifted up to meet his, pleading silently to move faster. He knew the ache skyrocketed for her. He knew she wanted him to pull her toward him and lick and suck her nipples. But he also knew how badly patience could hurt. The agony of want they would share. He knew how painful discipline could be when one was refused to plunge ahead with the body’s normal urges. Making the investment in patience and not giving in to normal held the greatest payback.

“Would you like for me to lick your nipples now and spoil everything, or would you like to continue?”

“God, you’re such a tease. You need to...” she started to say.

“Ahh, but this is not about what I need. It’s about what you need. Remember? And make no mistake. I’m not teasing you. Permit me to take you through something that many women aren’t patient enough to handle. I still have my doubts you’ll be able to make it.”

He rolled closer in the chair so that she stood squarely between his knees.

“Lean forward, and I’ll show you. Bring those sweet tits closer to me.”

She reached for the back of the chair and leaned forward bringing her breasts within his reach. The smell of her body was intoxicating, and he breathed deeply, drinking her in. She leaned so close he could feel the heat radiating from the hollow between her breasts. He exhaled deeply making sure that his breath washed through her cleavage. He opened his mouth; tongue slightly extended while keeping his head firmly planted on the chair and waited – waited to see how strong she could be. She hesitated for a brief moment before rolling to the side trying to direct her left breast into his mouth. Her nipple barely touched the tip of his tongue and she jerked as though she had been shocked. Then she pulled away.

“Hmmm, is my naughty girl going to be one of the weak ones and give in to the pull of normal things? Come on, let me suck them and swirl my tongue around those delicious looking nipples. It’ll feel so good.”

He ran his hands up her belly and along her ribcage, slipping behind and up her back. His fingers curled and he dragged his fingernails lightly, sliding around her chest and back down toward her belly, barely grazing the undersides of both breasts. “C’mon, give them to me, and let’s get this over with. There’s no sense punishing yourself over something you can’t handle.”

She stood upright abruptly and stared at him. Disbelief marked her face, and she drew back a hand to slap his face. Grayson saw it coming along with the anger that unleashed it and grabbed her wrist in midair.

“You bastard!” she spat at him. “You have no idea what I can’t handle. You’re doing nothing to satisfy what I need.”

He rose up from his chair and grabbed her other wrist and pushed her back toward the desk. The edge of the desk caught her near the top of her thighs causing her to fall backward. He pinned her hands to the surface of the desk. The blouse and bra fell to her sides, breasts flattened out with nipples flaring, as he leaned over her and spoke evenly and firmly, “No, it is you who has no idea. No fucking clue. You invited me back here to your office to show you something, remember? You are the one who wanted this. Did you think that the whole scenario would unfold on your terms? Did you think you were going to control the whole goddamn thing? What fucking discovery did you think you were going to make by doing what you already know?”

Her mouth opened and closed while her brain searched for words that would not come. Expressions of anger, fear and embarrassment took turns dancing across her face. He had her confused and thinking in several directions at once. More importantly, her non-response told him he had her considering the possibilities that he might be right.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, releasing her hands, straightening up and stepping away from her. “I think you have neither the patience nor the self-discipline to learn something this incredible. I’m really sorry I came on to you earlier and started this whole thing. This has been my mistake.”

“No, please! Don’t go.” she begged. “You didn’t make a mistake. I did. I made the mistake.”

“Good. At least you recognize it too. I’m outta’ here,” Grayson said as he walked away and reached for his coat.

“No...wait. That’s not what I meant. I mean I wanted you to come here, and I want to know what you know. My mistake is not being patient. I understand that now. I want this...this...melting whatever it is. Please don’t go. God, how I want this.”

Grayson stopped and turned to look at her. He looked long and hard at her standing there with her hands clasped in front begging him. Inside he smiled, knowing that she truly belonged to him now. He had broken through any inhibitions that might interfere with her learning. He had finally slipped behind the mask.

He tossed his coat back onto the couch and walked up to her. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Tell me how badly you want this.”

“Oh my God! You have no idea. It’s been so long...I...I mean...you haven’t even touched me yet, and you’re making me crazy with want. I ache to have you...your hands...your mouth...touching me. I’m burning inside. I’ve never had...I’ve never felt so...much...want. Please. Please show me.”

“Okay, I’ll stay,” he said, knowing full well that he never intended to leave. Chances are that she knew he would not leave either, but that didn’t matter now. Soon nothing would matter. A raging fire had been ignited in both of them, and it had to be extinguished.

Grayson went back to the desk chair and sat down. He motioned for her to come to him and stand before him again where they left off. The look in her eyes sparkled differently now. It was hard to tell if she decided to just let him do this and in a roundabout way control the event, or if she totally would submit to his wishes. Grayson decided that who controlled their journey of discovery would prove to be insignificant so long as the process never suffered due to her manipulations of power. This was not about domination as much as it was about wanting something badly enough to melt through the need for control and power to get it. If wanted badly enough, anything could be tolerated. Call it whatever you like, they would soon slip into the embrace of pure Fuck.

“I want you to show me your pussy,” he said softly.

She reached behind her back to unzip her skirt, but he stopped her.

“No, not like that. I want you to do it the naughty way.”

“What’s the naughty way?” she asked.

“Sit up on the desk and cross your legs.”

She slipped up onto the desk and crossed her left leg over her right.

“Very nice. Now listen closely to me. I want you to uncross them and then cross them again for me slowly. Watch me watching you. Watch my eyes. Watch me, knowing I really want to see your pussy. Know that I’ll be thinking about sliding my hands up under your skirt to touch you every time you show me.”

Grayson settled back in his chair to watch, as she leaned back on her hands and uncrossed her legs. He looked into the darkened triangle of shadows and mystery knowing he would soon be there. She crossed her legs slowly, enhancing the mystery though revealing few secrets. Her top leg went high as she tucked the lower leg underneath. He could see the muscles in her thighs flexing as she pinched tightly upon her peaking arousal. Her eyes closed and neck tendons began to pull tighter.

“Don’t you dare pinch off an orgasm,” he snapped. “That would spoil everything.”

She snapped out of the edges of bliss, flushed with the momentum of where she nearly tumbled, startled that he knew that’s where she had gone. “Okay, I won’t,” she promised. “I must admit that you’re very observant in things most guys miss entirely.”

“I’m also observing that you’re being distracted from your task. Now show me again how a very naughty girl crosses her legs when she wants a stranger to see her pussy.”

She switched her legs, re-crossing them quickly and leaned forward to say, “Maybe naughty girls don’t cross their legs. Maybe they want you to see their pussies straight away.”

Grayson smiled, giving her some more rope, “And how would they do that?”

She slid off the desk and stood in front of him with her feet firmly planted shoulder-width apart. Both hands slid slowly down her thighs reaching for the hem of her skirt, and began to slowly lift it up.

“I want you to look under my skirt. I’m such a naughty girl for doing this, but I just can’t help it. I love for men like you to look at my pussy, and when I’m this close I love for them to touch it too.”

Grayson’s cock approached rock hardness when the edge of her skirt finally passed the tops of her stockings. The black lace garter matched the bra that hung loosely inside of her gaping blouse. She rocked slowly from side to side dancing to music that pounded in her head to the beat of her heart. First one hand then the other pulled slightly higher on the hem of her skirt, alternating as she swayed back and forth. The heat from her body washed over him carrying the woman scent that confirmed her arousal hovered well beyond ready. Dainty, black satin panties came into view causing him to catch his own breath. Her legs were incredible, the black lingerie contrasted nicely against her smooth tan. The large tendons atop her thighs framed soft hollows on either side of her panties that cried out for his touch.

“I’ll bet you want to fuck me right now, don’t you?” she asked, rolling her hips toward him suggestively.

“Oh my! Such a naughty girl you are. Pulling up your skirt and showing me your panties like this. You’re asking me if I want to fuck you because you want me to fuck you. Your pussy is aching for a nice thick cock. The emptiness inside hurts doesn’t it?” He dropped his hand to his lap and began to stroke himself through his trousers.

“Hmm, yes! I need your cock inside me. I can see it bulging inside your pants, and it’s making me crazy,” she said in a voice thick with lust.

“That’s what I thought. You’re such a bad girl, and you should be fucked very, very hard, but I’m not sure your pussy is ready. You’re going to have to show me proof that it’s time to fuck. Sit back on the desk, and put your feet on the arms of this chair. I’ll decide when it’s time to fuck.”

She pulled her skirt up past her hips and scooted back onto the desk with each high-heel hooked over the armrests. He rolled the chair forward so that he could cup her backside in his hands.

“Now watch me,” he said.

She sat back, propping herself up on her hands “I know this is what you’ve been wanting. I’ve known it since we first met at the restaurant. Move closer to my mouth. Spread those pretty legs, and bring that sweet pussy to me.”

She opened her legs farther, relaxing as he leaned forward. Both of his hands slid down her thighs from the insides of her knees to just short of her panties, then back behind her once again to cradle her ass. His shoulders wedged between her legs and forced her thighs farther apart.

“Watch my mouth...and my tongue.” His lips were so close to her she could feel what he was saying. The slick fabric of her panties was the only thing that separated her ache from the wet heat of his mouth and tongue. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

She could hardly breathe, “Yes, God yes! Take my panties off and eat me.”

He pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, leaving panties in place and dragged the flat of his tongue slowly through the soft satiny crease between her legs. Lips closed softly around the nub of her clit as his tongue swirled once across her bud before breaking off his first contact with a kiss. Her head fell back, as a long awaited ecstasy swelled in her brain. This was the part Grayson enjoyed most of all. The way her body responded to his touch told the complete story. He kissed her again, this time to the left of her mound in the soft hollow at the top of her thigh. The rich scent of woman sex pulled at him to abandon his restrained ministrations of pleasure. Open-mouthed kisses rained down upon her in a slow deliberate rhythm, falling to the right and then the left. The ones that fell directly on the scanty satin triangle covering her treasure lingered a little longer than the others. A light flick with the tip of his tongue over her swollen, satin-shrouded clit brought her off the desk, reaching for him, shoving her hips toward his face. She nearly bounced on the desk, wanting his tongue inside of her. The black satin she wore was soaked with evidence of her desire, and her scent made him drunk with the intoxicating desire of his own. He had to fight his urges to keep from just opening his mouth wide and sucking her panties, pussy, juices and all into his mouth, burying his face and chewing on her until she came screaming and thrashing like a banshee. To do that would mean breaking protocol and succumbing to normal things.

Grayson found his heaven between the thighs of corporate feline he feasted upon. Orgasm rapidly approached, and her body began to stiffen. Breathing nearly stopped as she climbed the final peak, causing him to back off until the quivering desire to release died away. Only his breath continued to toy with her. As he spoke, “You’re such a good girl not to come. You’re being very, very patient.”

The vibration of his voice and the air from his words were so close to her. His lips barely brushed over her panties as he continued to speak, “You’re also a very naughty girl. Look at you. Look at your legs. Look how far you have them spread open. And look what you’re allowing me to do to your sweet little pussy.”

When she looked down at him he licked her again with the flat of his tongue. He moaned with his own pleasure as he slowly dragged his tongue through the length of her crease. Her eyes started to close as she fought against the rising tide of another wave of intense pleasure. “Watch me eat you.”

She approached the point of no return. He knew she stood on the edge, so close to plunging into a place where no one could reach her. He had taken her so close to the edge five or six times. The tests he gave had all been passed. She demonstrated that she indeed showed enough discipline to make the necessary investment. She had earned her reward. With two fingers, he slipped beneath the edge of her panties, hooking them on the opposite edge and pulled them aside. She watched him in stunned silence. Her eyes pleaded silently as she struggled to find the words to beg, but only one word would come out. “Please?”

He knew what she meant, and he knew what she needed. “Come for me.”

His utterance issued a simple command with huge implications of permission for her to take what she so desperately needed. He had taken her up to the point of melting into an uncontrolled bliss. Now he had to release her. With a wide-open mouth he went down on her. The tip of his tongue slid into her opening, as his lips formed a seal over her pussy. He licked her deeply. He sucked her with a wild hunger. His tongue slid from the depths of her love canal and flashed across the silken crescent beneath her clit before encircling it again. He passed her clit to the left, circling high with the tip of his tongue, pausing above it to press down, making it roll from left to right under the pressure of his tongue, before slipping down the right side. Slow circles drove her insane with pleasure. Each pass brought her hips off the table. His hands cupped her ass to lift her tightly to his mouth. When he squeezed, she squealed and melted completely away into a shivering, private oblivion.

“Sweet Jesus,” she wailed, clutching the back of his head, digging her nails into his scalp and the back of his neck. One of her legs wrapped around his shoulders while the other push on the armrest trying to lift herself into his mouth. He began to chew on her softly with his lips while his tongue licked and swirled and probed deeply into her. She rolled her hips upward every time his tongue dipped inside, squirming and pivoting in an attempt to capture as much of him as she could take.

Orgasm came crashing down upon her with the weight of a thousand ecstasies. Her shriek stifled as an inbound gasp, tangled with a sudden intake of the last breath she would take until her moment with death released her back to the living. The waves of her orgasm were unlike any orgasm before it, and they came so incredibly slowly, rolling and crashing with an increasing intensity. He could feel her contractions pulling at his tongue, and he pushed deeper. She exhaled hard and sucked in another shrieking breath, holding it as another wave tore at her. He could tell that she plunged deeply into the throes of multiple waves of orgasm. After her third breath, he slid his tongue upward to press against her clit. His middle two fingers slipped into her as the fourth contraction began. He pushed deeply, curling them upward and walking them over the ridges of her g-spot. She shuddered uncontrollably as her fourth contraction built into a fifth making its predecessor seem tame. Both of her legs wrapped around him now, heels digging into his shoulder blades, hips gyrating in a slow rhythm that match his finger thrusts and the endless contractions that he unleashed to wrack her body.

With his spare hand, he jerked at his belt and the clasp on his trousers. His cock ached for similar release. It was time to fuck. It was his time to take. And take he would. He kissed her deeply in the soaking center of her womanhood, and shoved her across the surface of her desk. Crawling up between her legs, he hunkered down so that his swollen cock lay squarely in her wetness.

He spanked her clit with the weight of his cock. “Are you ready for this?”

She jerked as though shocked with a million volts of desire. A growl rose in her throat and she nodded and hissed her approval through clenched teeth.

“Look at my cock. Look at it. See how thick it is? Think about how good it’s going to feel as I fuck you with it. Watch it. Watch it disappear into your sweet pussy.”

She still reeled from residual contractions, each one feeling like an orgasm of its own. The weight of his cock striking her captured her attention as she looked down at him. Slowly, he began to move, sliding the length of his cock through the soaking leftovers of her pleasures. He slid against her clit from the head of his cock to his balls with a very slow, exaggerated thrusting motion.

“Look at my cock fucking against you. Watch it. Oh God, this is good.”

Each time he drew back he allowed the head of his penis to drop down and nestle against her opening. Each time he would press a little harder, increasing the penetration. Finally the entire head popped through the tight muscles swollen from her previous orgasms. She reached for more, pulling at his ass with her hands, hooking her heels behind his thighs, lifting her ass from the desktop. Every thrust from her he denied by pulling away, but every time she relaxed to push again he sunk deeper inside of her. It was his turn to take. She would be fucked and fucked thoroughly, but on his terms.

She began to pant. His thrusts deepened until he completed buried his length inside of her. That’s when the real fucking began.

“Pull your knees up,” he demanded. “Pull them up high toward your chest and hold them there.”

She rolled her hips upward, grabbing her knees with her hands and pulling them. His cock sunk still deeper.

He grunted with intense pleasure. “Now don’t move. Show me some of that patience.”

She froze. Never had she felt a sensation like this. It showed on her face with wide-eyed wonderment and disbelief. Her mouth hung open, poised to scream, but only a tiny squeal stirred in her throat.

“Wait. We’re almost ready to fuck.”

He changed inside of her. They both could feel it happening. By entering her slowly and pushing with short slow strokes, he had given the walls of her vagina a chance to swallow him – all of him. The head of his cock slipped deep into that tiny sensitive cul-de-sac at the mouth of her cervix that so rarely gets to participate.

“Almost. Almost,” he whispered. “Hmmm, good girl. Now I want you to feel something.”

He flexed inside of her as hard as he could. His cock rolled and swelled from the base upward to a single pulsing flare of the head. Again she sucked air and a shriek of surprise.

“My God,” she gasped, “how did you...how can you...my God. Do that again.”

He pushed hard and flexed again. This time she anticipated his movement and rocked her pelvis slightly higher. Again, her mouth came open in that frozen scream that validated that he filled her to perfection.

“Now,” he spoke softly, “I’m going to teach you how to fuck.”

He drove his hips into her despite already being buried to the hilt. She grunted in response.

“Just rock your hips. Pull on your knees to rock your hips. All I’m going to do is drive into you as hard as I can. You rock your hips. Ahh, God, yes! That’s it. Do it.”

She began to pull on her knees with her hands. His cock remained driven deeply inside of her, and he did not move a muscle beyond rolling his own hips forward to push deeper and flex on each upward to match each roll of her hips. The rotation she created caused a subtle thrusting of his penis as it flared deeply inside of her each time.

“Rock those hips, baby! That’s it. Fuck me slow like that. Fuck that thick cock like you want it all. Fuck me good!” he rasped, coaxing her to increase her pace. She grunted and pulled. Grunted and rocked, he mind disoriented by intense pleasure. Her head rolled from side to side as the presence of his cock filling her seemed to increase. Every time she pulled up high on her knees, he flexed. It felt like each motion sucked him deeper. Their pace quickened as they synchronized their climb to the summit until together they were hurled out into the mists of nothingness.

They shuddered in perfect harmony as they exploded in and on each other. Waves of pleasure followed one after the other so rapidly they seemed to run together into a vibration sucking their very lives away. They laid in each other’s arms for many minutes, as ripples of pleasure coursed and faded slowly from their bodies. He remained inside of her. The suction of his deep penetration held him snuggly, and her legs were still wrapped around him, refusing to let him go. He had taken her to where he wanted her to go. His questions had all been answered.

“You have a very high melting point,” he said, finally.

“I’m still not sure what that means,” she said, “but I’d like to melt like that more often.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t we all?”

“I’m starving,” she said.

“Me too. Does Huan deliver?”