Chapter 28
Anton
She’s magnificent.
Many men with similar proclivities to mine seek out women who are subservient from the outset. That’s their prerogative, but where’s the fun in it? Yes, there’s a comfort, a familiarity, in engaging intimately with women like Athena. You know exactly what you’re going to get.
But give me a Genevieve over an Athena any day of the week. It’s far more erotic, far more thrilling, to set your sights on a strong, glorious powerhouse of a woman who’s your intellectual equal. The worthiest of adversaries.
Because when a woman like that submits to you, it means something.
It means she’s doing it for herself as much for you.
My eyes stay locked with hers as she stands there in beautiful, classy lingerie that’ll be on my office floor in a moment, and I know that to be true.
She’s submitting beautifully. Taking every instruction I issue to Max and David like a champ. But I’d be kidding myself if I believed for a moment that’s anything other than triumph in her eyes.
Because every acquiescence is a choice. She’s serving herself, just as we’re serving her. No one is deluded here.
Still, I’m determined to stay in control for as long as it takes.
Max plays with her tits for a little longer, and then I give David the go-ahead to slide his fingers up and down over the thin strip of lace covering her pussy. Her beautiful face grows more expressive with every stroke, but her eyes stay on me.
As they do, as she gives herself over more and more to the sensation, our connection grows.
I can feel it.
It’s quite extraordinary, actually. I’ve removed myself physically from this scene at her request, but it’s as if she and I are the only people in the room. My colleagues’ breaths are growing more ragged, but I zone them out quite easily.
Because everything falls away when I’m looking at her.
‘Take it all off,’ I rasp in a voice that definitely doesn’t reek of control. She closes her eyes for a moment, probably in relief, but they open again, clear and blue, fixed on me as I take in the sight I’ve waited patiently to see.
Her tits. Holy fuck, her tits. They’re fucking perfect. So perky. Shapely. Tits a man could get lost in. What I wouldn’t give to get her on a bed right now and bury my face in them. Her nipples are pink and so hard they look ready to snap off.
Then David slides her thong down, and a neat, light brown strip of hair comes into view.
Of course her pussy is immaculately groomed.
Just like the rest of her.
She’s stunning and perfect, from the swell of her tits to the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips. It’s clear she works out. Her arms and thighs are toned, her stomach gently rounded with a hint of definition.
She’s a goddess.
‘Just beautiful,’ David tells her.
‘Very fucking sexy,’ Max growls as he slides his hands up her waist to cup her bare tits. He weighs them, bouncing them a little. They sit luscious and heavy in his palms.
Best view I’ve ever, ever seen.
David bends to untangle her thong from her heels as she steps out of it, and I hit my limit, because she’s naked save for her heels, and she’s right in front of me, and if I can’t touch, I can definitely use my other senses.
‘Get her on the table,’ I demand. ‘Now.’
I want to fucking look.
She smiles her Mona Lisa smile at me and turns.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her fucking arse.
I suck oxygen in through my nose, because I want to bend her over that table right now, and kneel behind her, and drag my nose and mouth and tongue through every crevice of her cunt while I spread those sumptuous cheeks and massage the fuck out of them.
I want every one of her holes, and I will have them.
Long term greedy.
She looks over her shoulder at me as she saunters to the table. And I love it. I fucking love that she’s so confident, so sure of the effect she’s having on me.
And rightly so.
She knows how she looks.
She’s a sight for sore eyes.
‘On her back,’ I tell Max.
Fuck, I haven’t asked her for a safe word. I’m losing my grip on this situation.
‘I need a safe word, Genevieve,’ I tell her brusquely as she plants that bare arse elegantly on the polished walnut of my meeting table. It sits ten people comfortably, and I’ll never be able to look at it in the same way again.
She arches an elegant eyebrow at me and props her hands behind her, which serves to thrust her phenomenal tits out. I both love and hate how poised she is, because I won’t consider my job well done until I’ve ignited her and melted every last bit of her sang-froid.
‘Let’s go with camellia,’ she says in that cool, sensual voice. Her eyes slide to my dick and back to my face.
I edge closer.
‘You heard the lady,’ I tell the guys. ‘Now get her on her back.’
She lowers down, elbows first, David cradling her platinum head tenderly as it lowers down to the table. He really is very caring. Max has a hand under each knee, holding her legs off the floor, which is perfect, because I want that pussy right on the edge of the table.
I’ll let him go to town on her pussy with his mouth, I decide. Then David can get her on her knees and choke her with his cock before Max bends her over the table and fucks her.
Orgasms all round.
For everyone but me.
I’ll grab Athena when I can’t physically hold off any longer, but for now I want to stay in control.
Undistracted.
I want to wring every last drop of pleasure out of this sumptuous visual repast.
She looks so perfect lying there. Like every man’s ultimate bombshell fantasy, her voluptuous body spread out for us to enjoy.
To feast on.
To profane.
She’s quite perfect, but still. There’s an image in my head, and it’s been stuck there since that first moment I walked into Alchemy’s office and her cool beauty assaulted me.
The image is of what she’ll look like after.
After two or more orgasms. After being licked and bitten and sucked and fucked.
After choking down Max’s huge cock. I need her hair mussed and her mascara smudged and that pretty coral pink lipstick smeared and her body relaxed, sated.
Marked. And I want every last drop of pleasure and satisfaction reflected on her face.
That’s what I need.
And I know she won’t disappoint me.