Lovers and Other Strangers Box Set: The Boston Stories (8 page)

Violet felt like she was being consumed by fire. Her body was hot and there wasn't enough air. When she realized that he had unbuttoned her blouse to her waist she looked up at him with glazed eyes. Michael smiled wickedly and reached into her blouse. She moaned slightly, his hand was so warm playing with the sensitive flesh of her nipple. She melted into him. As the nipple came to a peak he grazed his fingernail over the tip and her breath caught in her throat. Then he pinched the nipple hard. She hissed in a breath, the pressure of his fingers, the rough bite of the lace of her bra sent a bolt of heat to her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. He reached under the lace, weighing her breast in his hand and bent forward soothing the tortured nipple with wet licks and kisses.

"My kitten likes to be played with."

"Yes..." It came out as a whisper.

"Take your bra off but I want that silk shirt back on." She scrambled off his lap to do what he asked. Once it was done she stood with her back to his desk waiting for him to tell her what to do next. "I like you like this, eyes glazed, half dressed, like you've just been fucked or are about to. You like it when I don't treat you like a porcelain doll don't you, kitten. You like when I am taking what I want from you? Answer me."

"Yes" her voice was stronger but she still sounded unsure of herself.

"Good, because I really like testing your limits. I am going to make sure you are thinking about me all the time."

"Michael, what about you?"

"Kitten, you don't need to worry about me. Hop up on my desk." When she did he wheeled right in front of her. "Put your feet on either side of my chair." She did but kept her knees together. "Such a shy kitten." He kissed her knees and caressed the back of her thighs again till she was limp. Then he separated her legs and pushed his shoulders between them. "I am going to mark you so if any man gets close he knows you are mine.

"Wha...Hey that hurts!" Michael gave her a dark hickey on the inside of her thigh about 2 inches below her pubic bone.

"Sorry kitten, had to be done. But I know what would make you all better." He started with gentle strokes at the edges of her labia. Gradually the stroking became more directed till he had parted them and worked on the inside edges. It was maddening. He was building her to a crescendo but she was almost already there.

"Michael, Please I need more!"

"This is to please me, kitten. I want to stroke you, make you weep all that luscious sweet cream for me."

Violet felt Michael stroke her harder with two fingers. He reached the fingers out and rubbed them on her lips. "Kitten, taste your cream." Her tongue darted out and licked at her lips. "So beautiful, so sexy." His voice was hoarse. He held his fingers up for her to lick and she sucked them into her mouth to the last knuckle. She dragged her tongue along the bottom of them as she pulled her head back. Letting him know she wanted more than his fingers in her mouth. "You're a greedy kitten, we'll have to teach you some manners. First, I want some of this sweet cream myself." He ducked his head between her thighs and when she felt his mouth on her she started to pant.

"Oh, Michael! Please make me come."

"Kitten of course I can make you, the question is will I let you? Maybe I should leave you just like this to punish you for flirting. But I am greedy too, I want feel you fly apart at my touch. I want to look at this desk and think of you spread out on it writhing in ecstasy. First I want to cover my face in your cream and let you lick me clean like a good kitten."

Violet could only moan in response. Michael buried his face in her, painting his cheeks in her juices, rubbing his beard and mustache over her sensitized flesh. He reveled in her movement, the little gasps and noises she made. When she started to shake he thrust his tongue in deep, feeling the walls of her vagina spasm around it. After she got quiet again he ordered her on her knees in front of him and she greedily licked his face clean. She was still flushed and panting.

"Stand up and lose the skirt." Violet didn't hesitate but stood trying to cover herself, shaking. "Kitten, from the first time I met you I thought you were the beautiful woman I had ever seen. You do not need to hide yourself from me and I will enjoy breaking you of the habit. Are you cold?"

"No, I am just..."

"Aroused? Confused? Wanting more?" A slow smile spread across his face.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Good, lay on your stomach over the desk."

"Michael! I..."

"Remember, no arguing or I will have to think of an especially delicious punishment for you."

She did as he asked but tension radiated off her body. Michael ran his hands over her back, warming her skin, soothing her nerves, gentling her with his words. "Put your arms over your head, Kitten." When she did, "So beautiful, I have a confession, I find the slight extra curve of your back sexy as hell. I couldn't bear to remove all of it. I love the way it shows off your ass, especially when you are like this." He ran a finger lightly down the scar over her spine. He smiled to himself when goosebumps appeared over her skin. He nipped her hip and caught her when she tried to squirm. "Now, Kitten, You are going to come for me again, only this time you will scream with pleasure. I want to hear your abandon."

"Michael, I can't I..."

Without warning, he gave her a sharp slap on the sensitive spot where her ass met her thigh, leaving a red handprint. He had surprised himself as much as her. Her moan combined with the flush over her body made him shake with need. "I said there would be punishment for arguing. That was a warning. Next time will be worse. You will come when I demand you do." He bent his head and gave the hand print a wet lick. Violet moaned softly again. God help him, she was enjoying him push her limits. He was soothing the red spot with open mouthed kisses when he plunged two fingers deep inside her without gentle touches first. She was so wet there was no real resistance, just tight warm wet heat. She reared up at the surprise claiming but gratified him when she rocked her hips back to meet the thrust of his hand. He pulled them out with agonizing slowness. When he spiked into her this time he added another finger. Violet answered with a breathy grunt.

"You look amazing with my fingers buried in you. Every time I look at this desk I am going to think about fucking you. Think about your gorgeous ass hanging over the edge, you screaming my name." She actually squealed. He moved his hand so that when he entered her his thumb would bang her clit.

Soon Violet was near screaming "Oh, Michael, please!"

"Tell me this will always be mine!

"Yes!" she screamed

"That's my good kitten. Come for me now. Show me how much you love this."

Violet didn't think she would. Wasn't certain she even could but when Michael demanded her orgasm as proof that she wanted this, everything burst forth. She felt herself grind harder into his hand and slap her hips against the desk. Her mind was like an explosion, wave after wave rocked through her. She reared up and felt Michael's hand on her back pinning her down. His restraint of her brought a fresh wave of spasms tight around his fingers. She would have curled up in the fetal position if she hadn't been pinned face down on the desk.

Her reaction to his words made the muscles from his abdomen to his solar plexus ripple in waves. Leaving him warmed, exhausted, and stunned, the feeling very like an orgasm without the actual release. Michael pulled her into his arms as she was still feeling the aftershocks. She couldn't form words yet. It was like her memory banks had been erased. Michael absentmindedly rubbed one of her nipples through the silk blouse and her whole body shuddered.

"Kitten, I am not near done with you, I'm afraid. Put your skirt on -nothing else! and come with me."

"Michael, I have to let Allyn know I won't be coming home. It wouldn't be fair to him."

"Fine, call him, tell him you'll see him Monday. You will be with me all weekend."

Thankfully, he was holding her otherwise her knees would have given out. She had wanted to see behind the doctor's courtly mask. She just hadn't been prepared for the raw intensity of him and the way he dominated her. Oh, all weekend? She was going to be useless by Monday, completely deliciously useless.

"Kitten?" Him calling her that made her muscles clench and her sex weep with longing for him. Michael stopped her thoughts with a tight grip on her arm. He shook her to rouse her back to the moment. "You need to know if you come with me, you live by my rules, even if you don't always like them. You are mine, to protect, to command. I won't let you go, ever. Be very sure that it is what you want. I... I will understand if you can't handle this. It is all new and raw for me too, so I am giving you this last chance to back out. I don't think I can do this, be as sexual as I know you need, without being so dominant. I won't ever truly hurt you, or humiliate you. I want you to think about what this was like. Unless I'm mistaken you like me dominating you but I want to hear you say it.

Violet's mouth worked open and closed without any sound coming out. Finally she was able to ask "I'm just supposed to cede all power to you?"

"When we are together."

"Do I get to touch you, because so far tonight you haven't let me. I can't do this if I can't touch you, show you how I feel. This can't be just you doing things to me. Sometimes, I want to make you feel good too. I also need to know that it will be just me. No pain, no humiliation, no outside people.

"Just you and me. You can touch me, eventually, as a reward if you are good." Michael smiled at her then he added, "If you say no, I think I'll die but I will understand.

"Michael, I wanted all of you, I couldn't want anything less even if you tried. Yes, your dominance scares me a little but I think that might be part of the draw for you, I know it is for me. I have responsibilities that I can not give up for any relationship, no matter what it involves. That is not going to change. I need to know that you will honor those, so yes, weekends are yours but I still need to go to work and there will be times I need to travel. More than that I can't give you. If you are willing to have my submission, on my schedule, then yes, I would like to spend the weekend with you.

Michael tried to hide his smile. Thank God! He'd felt more alive in the last hour than he had in his life. She was his, they were bound together in some way he didn't understand fully yet but bound none the less. He didn't trust his voice so he just reached for her hand and kissed it, recognizing the gift she had just given him.

She followed him to his condo in her car. Violet felt shy suddenly in the elevator, she hadn't buttoned her blouse not knowing if that would go against Michael's rules but not really caring if anyone saw her. He liked her like this, what else mattered really.

When they got inside she was stunned by his place. It was very modern with lots of glass and concrete. The back wall was all windows that overlooked the harbor. The kitchen was open to the large living room with the eating area along the windows. There was a feeling of restraint to the decorating that was very in keeping with what she had seen of Michael before tonight. A gas fireplace opposite the windows had already been turned on making the room feel warmer despite the concrete and chrome. In front of the fireplace was a large flokati rug. The long haired sheepskin looked so sensual, Violet wanted to strip bare and lay on it. This was Michael's doing, since before tonight she was sure she never would have even thought that.

"Kitten." Michael patted the couch next to where he sat in his chair. Violet walked over in a daze and sat next to him. He turned her face to his and kissed her. His kiss added to the blissed out feelings she had. When he pulled away Violet whimpered at the loss. "You are so beautiful, you make me afraid for my sanity." Taking a deep breath he continued, "And for that reason there will be rules, if you break the rules I will punish you. I can't always promise you will like it." Violet tried to hide her gasp and failed. "First rule, When you are here you will leave your clothes at the door. I want you available to my touch when ever and where ever I want to touch you." She felt her eyes go soft and her nipples hard at his words. Despite the two exquisite orgasms less than an hour ago she ached for him to touch her again. She was having trouble concentrating on his words as her sex dripped in excitement coating her inner thighs.

She was pulled from her thoughts when Michael yanked her across his lap, pinned her torso with one arm and flipped up her skirt with the other. With his free hand he spanked her four times on her bare bottom. "Kitten, I do love the way your skin reddens when I spank you. I may have to find excuses to do it more. You will need to pay attention to me or you will give me plenty of opportunities, again, not that I mind. Now take those clothes off. The cool leather will soothe your sore bottom. She was so dazed she sat there for a second before realizing he would spank her again if she didn't move. She jumped up and slid her skirt off and unbuttoned the one button still done on her blouse, shucking it also. She started to put her hands in front of her to cover herself but stopped when she remembered Michael didn't want her to.

Michael saw her make the correction and smiled at her attempt to please him.

"You are my very own Lady Godiva."

"She had a town to save."

"You only need to save me, my sweet Kitten."

He patted the couch next to him again. "I... I can't sit down." she stuttered.

"Why not?" Michael braced himself for her wanting to end their arrangement. He had taken a risk spanking her but he wanted her to pay attention to him and better to have it all out at the beginning.

"I...I can't sit down because I... I'm too wet." The last phrase came out as a sigh. He smiled, thrilled with her honest reaction. She reacted so well to him, so quickly.

"For that my beautiful princess you deserve a treat. Would you like to undress me?"

Her eyes snapped up to his, flashing, and then she dropped her gaze subserviently. "Yes, very much." she said in that same breathy voice.