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  I stretched out on the divan again, wondering if he would ever take off his clothes. Or maybe I should be doing that for him. I’d grown so accustomed to taking his orders, I wasn’t sure if that was allowed in the rules or if we were even still playing by the rules.

  He stood at the foot of the mattress and gazed at me. His eyes moved from my eyes, to my lips, my breasts, my legs…

  “Hold your breasts in your hands, Lauren,” he said.

  I cupped each breast and pushed them toward each other, hoping that would make me look a little better endowed. “I’m sorry they’re not bigger,” I said sincerely. I really wanted to be as sexy as he was.

  “They’re perfect,” he said. “Your body is beautiful. Exactly what I hoped for when you walked in the room.”

  I was thrilled to think he was picturing me naked as soon as I walked in.

  “Pinch your nipples for me,” he said.

  While still squeezing my breasts with my palms, I pinched each nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  “Do you like the way that feels?” he asked.

  I wasn’t sure if I’d liked it before, but I certainly liked it now.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “Now, take one hand and touch your clit.”

  Was he never going to touch me himself? This was driving me crazy. I’d wanted him since I walked in the room, but he seemed to have no problem taking his sweet time with me…unless he was only a voyeur. I really hoped he wasn’t just a voyeur.

  Still, I couldn’t deny him anything, so I put my fingers exactly where he told me to and began stroking myself with my right hand while kneading a breast with my left.

  “Mmm…Can you spread your legs more for me?”

  I spread my legs, then bent my knees so he could get a clear view.

  “I know this is your first time here,” he said. “Would you mind if I took my shirt off now?”

  Oh, please! “No, not at all,” I said, trying to sound calm. “Take off anything you want.”

  He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed a torso that was a work of art. Beautifully tanned skin with trim ripples of muscle in all the right places. I wanted to pinch the nipples on his nicely developed pecs. When he took off the rest of his clothing, I was even more impressed. His erect penis pointed at me like I was its intended target.

  I didn’t want to touch myself anymore. I wanted his touch.

  He sat down on the end of the divan and stared at where my hand rested for what seemed like a ridiculously long time. Then he moved my hand and gazed into me.

  “New rules,” he said. “How about if I do something you want and then you do something I want.”

  “Okay,” I whispered hoarsely.

  “And what do you want Lauren?” he brushed his hand lightly up my body. “Do you want me to touch you here?” His finger rested lightly on my nipple. “Do you want me to put my mouth here?” He moved his hand down to rest on my pussy lips.

  “No,” I said. “Your minions have already taken care of all that.”

  He chuckled. “Then, what do you want?”

  “I want what I’ve wanted since I came in here. I want you to fuck me senseless.”

  Richard smiled again and leaned forward to kiss me. His lips were gentle at first, testing, teasing, then suddenly, his tongue plunged into my mouth with such force, I couldn’t catch my breath. I responded by sucking on it with all my might. When it receded, I gave his bottom lip the same treatment.

  He moved to my neck and sucked and nibbled as I ran my hand down his abs, enjoying the feel of the warm skin and the muscles underneath. Finally, I came in contact with his cock and I felt it surge even larger in my hand.

  I was still palming it when he pushed my thighs open and knelt between them. “What do you want, beautiful Lauren?” Richard asked.

  “I want this,” I said, squeezing him until he groaned.

  “And where do you want it?”

  I slowly bent it downward to point at my crotch.

  “Say it,” he said.

  “I want you inside my pussy, Richard.” I’d never felt like such a wanton whore. I liked it.

  “I promised you whatever you wanted, but you should be more careful what you wish for,” he said as he plunged his hot rod into me all at once. My pussy experienced a moment of shock. It had been so long since there’d been any action down there. And Richard’s cock was so big, it was like being invaded by a battering ram. He pumped into me fast and hard as he kneaded my breasts roughly with his hands.

  “Yes…more,” I moaned. I’d never realized I’d wanted it wild like this. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and jolts of electricity travelled from my breasts to my crotch. “Oh, yes, fuck me!” I yelled. It flashed through my mind that people around us could hear me even if they couldn’t see me quite as well, but when he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and began pounding into the depths of me, I found myself whimpering and squealing involuntarily.

  Refined Richard had turned into a crazed caveman as he grunted and plowed into me over and over again.

  “Yes, fuck me like an animal!” I said.

  He stopped suddenly. Surprised, I opened my eyes and looked at him.

  “Oh, like an animal,” he said with a sly grin.

  He pulled my legs off his shoulders and pulled one around until I was on my side, his cocked buried inside me. He pumped into me a few times in that position, but soon, he pushed me over so that I was face down on the bed.

  His cock moved slowly in and out of my pussy from behind. “Like an animal?” he asked. “Is that what you want?”

  “Mmmm, yes,” I said, pushing my backside upward to make sure he had full access. He pushed in to the hilt. I could feel his furry balls on the backs of my thighs. He pulled out and grunted and plunged into me, so deep I thought I felt it in my chest. He thrust and plunged, and I realized we were wild animals now and I was completely at his mercy. Every time he jammed his cock into me, I felt a pulse like the beginning of an orgasm, but it went away as he pulled back for the next thrust.

  I knew what I needed. “Faster. Please, faster.”

  He increased the pace and now the pulses were coming fast and furious. Richard wound his fist into my hair. “Come Lauren. Come now,” he commanded. He put his other hand on the back of my neck, holding me down as he thrust wildly into me, slamming his balls on my thighs.

  I was suddenly overcome by an electrical pulse so strong, my body began jerking and shuttering just as his did. Feeling his orgasm happening with mine was so exciting, my body continued to throb in release for at least a full minute or two.

  “What was it that you wanted?” I murmured into the sheets.

  “I just got what I wanted,” he replied.

  I woke up—I don’t know how much later—still naked with a soft blanket over me. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep, although I had been pretty spent.

  I looked around and saw that everyone was gone, except a young man who’d been serving us beverages and hors d’oeuvre during the evening. I’d hardly taken notice of him since I was so nervous and caught up in other activities.

  “You’re avake,” he said with an odd accent. He walked over to me. “Is there anything I can get you?”

  “My clothes?” I asked, feeling very strange and vulnerable. I’d obviously overstayed my welcome.

  “Yes, I’ll get them for you in just a moment,” he said. “I need to tell Richard you’re avake.” This young man appeared to be the polar opposite of Richard in appearance, blonde, blue-eyed with a surprising innocence about him considering where he’d worked.

  “No, that’s okay,” I said, not sure I wanted to face anyone after the wild activities of the evening. “I don’t want to disturb him.”

  I just wanted to find my clothes and get out. Now that I was over the extreme boredom and horniness that had brought me here—and made me stay for the whole event—the embarrassment of what I’d done really started to set in.

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nbsp; “As you vish,” he replied. He walked over to a drawer and pulled my neatly folded clothes from it. When he came back, I thanked him and waited for him to leave the room.

  I dressed as fast as I could and nearly ran out of the house, looking for my car.

  Chapter Three

  The following Monday, I sat at my desk, unable to concentrate. It was a good thing tax season was over, so I would have a few months to organize and catch up on other work before it started again. Except that I was having trouble keeping my thoughts organized, and I couldn’t get my fingers to punch the right numbers on my calculator.

  All I could think of was Richard. Richard’s voice while he instructed me firmly but calmly, as if he knew I would obey. Richard’s eyes as he watched Lenore tongue me to orgasm. Richard’s cock inside me, pounding me into submission…into ecstasy.

  I was soaking wet just thinking about him. But I’d never see him again. He didn’t know anything about me. I didn’t have his phone number, and I couldn’t imagine just showing up at the door of his mansion unannounced.

  In fact, I wasn’t even sure I could find his place again. It wasn’t easy to locate, and the directions had been on the back of the ticket the butler took from me.

  My mood went from aroused to depressed. There was no way I would ever see Richard again. All I’d have was the memory of one hot night and one exceedingly hot man I wished I could hang onto for at least a while longer.

  I stood, planning to head for the lounge and drown my sorrows in bad coffee. But when I turned to go around my desk, I found myself looking through the glass walls of both my office and my boss Mr. Chaney’s office across the hall…

  And I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

  Richard was there in a suit and tie, sitting across the desk from Mr. Chaney. I squeezed my eyes together. Surely I was hallucinating. I raised my lids slowly, expecting to find some other man sitting there, since Richard had to be a figment of my imagination.

  When I looked, not only was Richard still there, but Mr. Chaney was motioning for me to join them.

  Shit. Why was he here, in my place of business? Why was I being called into the office? Had he told Mr. Chaney about us? But why would he do that?

  I tried not to tremble as the two men watched me step out of my office and into Mr. Chaney’s.

  “Lauren,” Mr. Chaney said. “This is Richard Benson, a new client.”

  Richard put out his hand and I shook it. “Nice to meet you,” I said, remembering how those warm hands felt on my breasts.

  “Mr. Benson, here, wants us to handle all his needs from now on…” –I remembered what it was like to “handle Richard’s needs” and a flash of heat shot through me— “He’d like to get started right away, and he says he’s interested in working only with you. Apparently one of your other clients has been singing your praises, though he won’t say which one.”

  “I find it’s best to keep most conversations and encounters confidential…in business and otherwise,” Richard said.

  I sucked in a sudden, relieved breath, realizing I’d stopped breathing during most of the conversation. Richard seemed to be telling me my secret was safe with him. I relaxed a little.

  “I assume you won’t mind working at my house, since I have extensive files in my office there,” he said.

  I swallowed hard. “No, not at all,” I replied. “Just call and let me know when you want me.”

  Richard smiled broadly. I was dazzled. His smiles the night of the party had been more guarded. He seemed genuinely pleased that he’d get to see me again. I could barely contain my excitement.

  He said his goodbyes and left, but not without one last meaningful look between us. When he was gone, Mr. Chaney said, “Lauren, would you sit down?”

  Oh, no. Had he figured something out?

  I sat, nervous again.

  “You’ve been doing stellar work for us quite a few years, and I’m afraid we overlooked you for partner for too long.”

  Was he about to say what it sounded like he was about to say?

  “You’ve had nothing but satisfied clients. Your retention rate is better than anyone at the firm’s,” he continued. “It’s just that you don’t toot your own horn much, and, ironically, we hadn’t really crunched those particular numbers until last week.”

  “Yes sir. Well that’s good to know…the retention rate, I mean.”

  “It moved you to the top of our short list for partner, but, now, bringing in a client like this… You’re a shoe-in when we vote this afternoon.”

  “Wow… I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

  “Keep it quiet until we make the formal announcement tomorrow.”

  “Of course,” I said.

  When I walked out of Mr. Chaney’s office, my feelings were mixed. He hadn’t said I was getting partner just because of Richard, right? I wouldn’t want to be one of those women who’d “slept her way to the top,” even indirectly. No. I’d deserved it for a long time.

  But if Mr. Chaney and the other partners had any idea of what I’d done this past weekend…

  I pushed the disturbing thought out of my head and focused on the positive. It wasn’t a one-time thing with Richard. I’d be spending time with him again. And I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me next.

  ~

  Taken Wet

  Chapter One

  I was tingly with excitement as my car crept up Richard’s winding drive for only the second time. I thought about the surprise I’d gotten last time, when my co-worker gave me her invitation to a secret party because she thought I needed some excitement in my workaholic CPA life. She was right, of course.

  But what I thought was a rave had turned out to be a Monopoly sex party and Richard, the host, held me enthralled as I obeyed his every command, since I was one of the “losers” of the game. It had been the hottest, most decadent night of my life, not only because of the shocking things I did, but because Richard was there.

  Tall, dark, and handsome Richard with the mysterious black gaze I couldn’t resist. I’d been so disappointed to think I’d never see him again, but, somehow, he tracked me down at my office and requested that I handle his multi-million dollar account.

  So here I was in the middle of a work day, answering his summons. Surely this wasn’t just about work. I thought there was something special between us the night we met. But would he want me just for sex? Or was he thinking there might be something more?

  The idea of being naked with Richard again gave me a pleasure shiver from the top of my spine, all the way to my toes. By the time I parked and ran a brush through my strawberry blonde hair, I was practically quivering with anticipation.

  You are confident. You are calm.

  My keys fell from my shaky hand onto the floorboard. I slid my seat back and bent down to look for them, hoping suave Richard didn’t happen out onto his drive and find me like this.

  I retrieved them and hurried up the front steps, attempting to pull myself together once more before I used the knocker, since I expected to see the same elderly butler who greeted me last time.

  I buttoned my beige jacket for no particular reason, then smoothed the matching skirt with my hands. I should have worn something more exciting, but at least the cut of the suit was flattering on me.

  When the door opened, I was surprised to see a young man—mid-twenties I guessed—very blonde and blue-eyed. The exact opposite of Richard. He raised his eyebrows and smiled widely when he saw me.

  “You come!” he said with an unusual accent.

  That’s when I remembered I’d seen him before. He was serving hors d’oeuvres during the game portion of the evening last time. I’d barely noticed him though, since my eyes were glued to Richard.

  Strange that I hadn’t, because this was a man who’d be hard to miss under normal circumstances. His fitted blue t-shirt skimmed over every sexy bulge in his torso. Broad shouldered, slim-waisted—a slender build that had obviously been worked out until he’d
developed just the right amount of muscle everywhere it counted.

  Nice.

  “I Sven. Richard think you not come,” he said. That was odd, since I’d confirmed I was coming just this morning. “This vay.”

  He gestured toward the “rumpus room” the butler had led me to the last time. It looked the same—velvety burgundy walls with double-wide divans everywhere. Sven led me straight to the one in the middle which was set up like a low four-poster bed—the one Richard and I had finally spent time on the last time, after I’d completed all the other hot scenarios he’d ordered me to play out for his entertainment.

  “You can sit here?” Sven said.

  “Um, okay,” I replied. I’d expected to be in some other room today in the company of Richard alone, but I was a guest in this house so, I sat.

  “Do you need a beverage or a thing to eat?” Sven asked, still smiling broadly as though he’d just received fabulous news.

  “No, I’m fine,” I said. “Where’s Richard?”

  “Richard be here soon… Should get ready. Take off clothes now.”

  Huh? Were we still playing by some sort of game rules? Except now Richard was ordering me around by proxy.

  “Maybe I should wait until Richard arrives,” I replied.

  “No, he gave instructions. Step one—take off clothes.”

  This was very odd, but I got tingly again when I thought about the hot time Richard had shown me the night of the party. Following his instructions was one of the best things I’d ever done, sexually speaking.

  Sven stood watching expectantly. I’d ended up disrobing in front of a lot of people last time, but I felt very self-conscious with only the two of us, especially since I was probably about ten years older than he was.

  But I’d gotten myself pretty worked up on the way over, and if this was part of Richard’s pleasure plan of the day, did I really want to put a stop to it? So what if it turned him on to have another man get me naked before Richard and I…did whatever Richard and I were doing today.

  I hoped he didn’t just want to watch me work naked. Accounting was my job, but it wasn’t exactly a turn-on for me.