Just Business
Olivia Gable is the CEO of a major corporation, and she doesn’t have time for romance. Her tastes are…unusual…and discretion is paramount. When her best friend (and sometimes lover) Tara Knowles suggests she use an escort service, Olivia is hesitant at first.
She changes her mind.
Story rating: NC17 Chapter rating: NC17/E/whatever rating that means PORN Pairing: Dom!Juice/sub!Olivia escort!au Go to Part: 1 | 2
Part 3/?
Olivia did her best not to squirm, but it was a struggle. Her knees ached from crawling across the hard wooden floor. She had no idea how long she’d been waiting, but it felt like forever, and every second that passed just made her want him more. She wanted to know what his body looked like under that sexy suit. What his hands felt like when he touched her. What noises he made when he came.
She bit her lip and concentrated on keeping her posture straight. He would be upset if he walked in to find her slumped.
Finally he appeared in the doorway. He had lost his jacket and loosened his tie, and he was in the process of rolling up his shirt sleeves. He grabbed one of the room’s chairs and dragged it in front of the bed before he sat.
“Scoot to the edge of the bed. Panties off, feet on the floor, knees spread.”
She nodded and hurried to do as ordered. As soon as she was in position he smiled. “Very pretty. Are you wet for me, little cat?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. “Practically dripping.”
“Only practically?” He shook his head. “We’ll have to do something about that. Did you bring the toys I asked for?”
“Of course, Sir. They’re in the top drawer, behind you.”
He strolled to the dresser like he had all the time in the world, like she wasn’t trembling and aching for one little touch. He opened the drawer and pondered the selection: a small vibrator, several silk scarves, a bottle of lube, and a thick purple dildo. He grabbed that and waved it at her.
“One of yours?”
“I bought it special, Sir. I’ve never…” She lowered her head, blushing. “I’ve never used something that big before.”
“Hmm.” He stepped closer and stroked a finger down her cheek. Lifted her chin so that she was looking up at him with wide green eyes. “But you like the idea, don’t you? The idea of being stuffed full of this big thing?”
Her eyes darted from the dildo in his hand to his face, and at last she nodded. “I’m not sure I could take all of it.”
“Maybe we should save this for next time then. Would you prefer that?”
She swallowed and dug her nails into her thighs. “No, Sir. I think—I think I’d like to try it.” She flicked her gaze up at him and smiled. “For you.”
“Good girl,” he said, stroking her cheek again. “Stay here.” He left the room for a few moments and returned with one of the dining room chairs; it was armless, and not as plush as the ones already in the room. He set it just in front of her and laid a towel on the seat. On top of that he placed the purple dildo.
It looked even bigger when he wasn’t holding it, and her eyes widened as her heartbeat kicked up a few notches. He opened the bottle of lube and slicked up the plastic. She loved watching him stroke the realistic-looking toy up and down, especially the way he rubbed his palm over the head. He seemed to sense that, and gave it a few more rubs than it really needed before flashing her a teasing smile.
“Come here,” he said and crooked a finger at her.
She walked toward him and stopped, waiting for his next instruction. For a long time neither of them moved; all the air seemed to have left the room, and she thought maybe he was going to forget the whole game and just throw her down right there for a good, hard fuck.
Part of her hoped he would.
But he shook himself, like waking from a dream, and the moment passed. Instead he slid a hand around her waist and pulled her close. His head dipped, and a moment later she felt his lips against her collarbone, just above the pearls.
“Had to taste you, sweet thing,” he murmured. “See if you’re as good as you look.”
“Am I?” she said.
He kissed her again, and this time his tongue brushed her skin. “Better,” he said.
“Sir—”
“Shhh.” His hand skated down to cup her ass, then slid between her thighs. She couldn’t hold back a gasp when he slid a fingertip along her slit. “More than practically dripping now,” he said with a smirk.
She shivered. “Sir, I need—” She broke off with a soft moan as he circled her throbbing clit, his touch gentle and excruciating.
“What do you need, kitten?”
His voice was low and husky, rougher than she’d heard it before, and coupled with what his fingers were doing, it made her ache. She leaned into his touch, her forehead dropping to rest against his shoulder, and she gripped his arm tight enough to leave half-moon impressions from her crimson nails.
“I know what you need,” he said. He kissed her temple. “You need something inside this sweet pussy. Something fat and hard. Don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she said with a drugged nod. “I do! Please, Sir!”
“You want to fuck that big cock, little kitten?”
“Your big cock, Sir!”
He laughed and pulled his hand away. She let out a pained moan that earned her a little smack on the ass. “Behave, or you don’t get any at all. Now tell me which cock you want.”
She whimpered, but managed to nod toward the chair. “That one, Sir.”
“Mmhmm.” He led her to the chair and positioned her over it, one leg on either side of the seat. “That’s what I thought. Dirty girl like you just can’t get enough.”
She dipped her head in acknowledgment, and when she glanced up again he was unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled his tie over his head and stripped off the shirt. Next he stepped out of his shoes and unbuckled his belt.
Her legs trembled from the awkward position, but she just watched as he carefully and methodically stripped down to his black boxer briefs. He gathered his clothes and placed them neatly on the valet stand nearby, looping the tie and belt over the shirt’s shoulders. He folded the trousers perfectly at the crease and hung them straight. His shoes went underneath, his socks folded on top.
He strode back to the bed, the tight underwear emphasizing his thick thighs and molding itself to his erection. He smirked at the expression on her face; she was surprised she wasn’t drooling.
“Take off your bra. I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce as you fuck that huge cock.”
She unfastened it, wobbling a little but not losing her balance, and let the lace fall to the floor. Now she wore only the garter and stockings, her tall shoes, and of course the pearls.
“Good girl,” he said with a pleased grin. “Pinch your nipples for me. Like that, good. Harder, baby. Twist.”
A flush gathered on her cheeks and chest and the coals burning in her lower belly stoked higher and hotter. He nodded encouragement, watching avidly as she twisted and tugged on her swollen nipples. “So pretty,” he said. “They look sweet like fat little cherries. Maybe if you’re a very good girl I’ll suck on them for you.” At her expression he laughed. “Later.”
Settling onto the end of the bed, he gestured for her to continue. “Go slow, kitten. Nice and slow. No need to rush.”
She didn’t take her eyes off of him as she gripped the toy with one hand and slowly lowered herself onto it. The thick head eased its way in, and she swallowed a gasp. She could feel herself stretching around it, almost to the point of pain, but fuck it was so good and she wanted more.
He raised a hand. “Up,” he said.
She whimpered in protest, earning herself a displeased frown, and lifted her hips so that the head slid out with a pop.
“Nice and tight around that big thing.” He grinned and tugged his shorts down to free his cock.
Her eyes widened; suddenly she could barely remember how badly she’d wanted the toy inside her, because he was gorgeous: thick—though thankfully not as thick as the dildo—and rock hard, with a drop of pre-come decorating the tip like a little jewel. She licked her lips. “Sir—”
“Not yet, kitty cat. You fuck that toy first; then we’ll see about letting you have a taste of me.” He flicked his fingers. “Again. Take more of it this time.”
She couldn’t hold back her gasp: the head slid in more easily than before, and with it an inch or two of shaft. She rocked a little, moaning softly, and he waved again.
“Up.”
“Sir!” she whined.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, Sir! Please, Sir!”
“Then up.”
She did as he said, raising her hips until it slid out, just like before. She felt empty, bereft, and she watched him slowly stroke his cock with big, pleading eyes.
“More,” he finally rasped. “As much of it as you can. Go slow, baby; don’t hurt yourself.”
Biting hard on her lip, Olivia slowly, slowly eased down onto the thick dildo. It did hurt, a little, but in the best way. She thought she could feel every vein and ripple in the realistically textured silicone, and with a long moan she lowered herself all the way down.
“What a good girl,” he said. “How does that feel?”
“Fuck—Sir, it’s—oh God!” She couldn’t speak, could barely think, could only feel.
Another of those knowing smirks. He leaned forward a little, squeezing his cock as he did, and nodded. “Fuck it, kitten. You know you want to. Don’t you?”
She gave a hungry, drunken nod and rocked her hips. It was so big; she needed time to adjust to it; but after a few moments she gripped the front edge of the seat and lifted a little to drop back down. “Fuck!” she cried.
“Just like that. My sweet, horny little kitty. Fuck that fat toy. Feels so fucking good, baby girl,” he crooned.
Soon she had a rhythm going, fast and sloppy. The dildo wasn’t too long, just thick, and she could feel every fat inch of it, filling and stretching and rubbing against her throbbing clit. “Sir!” she moaned. “Sir, it’s so good!”
“Slow down, dirty girl. Not time to come yet.”
She whimpered, but did as he said, moving slow and easy on the toy. It still bumped her clit, an agonizing tease. Her thighs were trembling and her tummy felt tight; she was so incredibly close, but she didn’t want to disobey.
He pushed himself off the bed, kicking his shorts away, and sauntered closer. His cock bobbed inches from her nose, and she looked up at him with a plea in her bright eyes.
“Is this what you want?” he said. He touched his finger to the tip, to collect some pre-come, and offered it to her. She licked it away with an eager little whine.
“Uh huh. One cock isn’t enough for my greedy kitty. You need two, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Please?”
Tangling one hand in her hair, he used his thumb to wipe away the tears that leaked down her cheeks. She hadn’t realized she’d been crying, but she wasn’t surprised: she was nearly overwhelmed by sensation, by need, by him, and she only wanted more.
“Say it again,” he said.
“Please, Sir? May I suck your cock for you, Sir?”
He groaned, surprising them both, but covered the momentary loss of control with another smirk. “Of course you can, baby.” He tipped her head back a little and her tongue darted out to flick the tip of his cock.
“No teasing,” he said. “You take this cock like you took that other one. Understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And no hands allowed, unless you need to signal me to stop. Then just pinch my thigh.”
“Yes, Sir. All green. Please?”
“Open your pretty mouth for me.”
She did, eagerly, and he rested his cock against her bottom lip for a moment. They watched each other, green eyes against warm brown, and with a smile he eased himself in.
She took him with a hungry moan, and he pushed deeper. Her hips moved against the dildo as she sucked him; he guided her head with the hand buried in her coppery hair. Soon he was fucking her mouth in the same rhythm she was fucking the toy, and as he pushed even deeper she felt tears on her cheeks again.
“Green?” he breathed.
She managed a nod, moaning around him, and he didn’t let up.
“Don’t you dare come, dirty little girl,” he said. “That toy doesn’t get to make you come. Only I do. Understand?”
Another nod, desperate and wanton, and she squeezed the edge of the chair so that the wood dug into her palms. She had never needed an orgasm so badly in her life, but the instinct to obey was stronger: she was good, she was good, she wouldn’t come.
She was His.
Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, jerking her head back by the hair, and grasped his cock in his free hand. Two or three rough strokes and he was coming, spurting all over her neck and chest, hot come dripping down her tits and onto her thighs. She moaned, nearly losing it, but somehow she managed to hold back her orgasm.
“Fuck!” he panted. “Fuck, that—Christ, baby. Holy shit.” The muscles in his thighs and stomach jumped and danced, and she couldn’t resist licking a drop off sweat off the arm that held her.
She looked up at him, her swollen lips curved in a knowing smile. “Did I please you, Sir?”
He bent and kissed her for the first time, hot and hard and possessive, but softening before he pulled away. Gentle. Sweet. Her hands came up to squeeze his shoulders. Stroke his chest. He nipped at her lip and stood up, smiling the big, eye-crinkling grin that had so captivated her in his photos.
“Don’t move, sweetheart,” he said before he disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, and a few moments later he was back. He helped her stand on shaking legs and carefully cleaned his come off her chest with a warm cloth.
“Let’s lie down for a few minutes,” he said, his tone sweet and easy. “You can catch your breath and get ready for round two. How does that sound?”
He used a clean corner of the towel to wipe her face, and she nodded. “Perfect, Sir. I want more.”
“Of course you do.” He kissed her again. “Dirty girl.”
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