Chapter 4. #3
She smiled, a beautiful, radiant expression.
"I know. Holly told me. She knows the truth.
" She took his hand and held it to her lips, a soft, sensual kiss that sent a shiver through him.
"But I want to." She stood up and went around the desk, her movements a fluid, graceful dance.
"My husband is older. He does not perform well anymore.
He is... how do you say... impotent. He needs the blue pill to get it working. "
He knew what she meant. Dominique knelt beside his chair, her eyes, dark and filled with a raw, desperate hunger, fixed on his.
She unclasped his belt, the click of the buckle a soft, intimate sound in the quiet room.
She pulled out his cock, her hands, soft and soapy just a few hours ago, now confident and knowing.
Before he could even protest, before he could stop her, she had him deep in her throat, a warm, wet, and passionate embrace.
He groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Brian's hands found her hair, his fingers tangling in the short, dark curls.
He was not guiding her; he was holding on for dear life.
Her sucking technique was fucking amazing, a deep, rhythmic pull that was sending him to the edge.
Her tongue, a soft, wet dart, traced the head of his cock, a tantalizing circle of sensation.
Then, she pushed herself forward again and took him all the way into her throat, a deep, passionate embrace that was both sensual and desperate.
He knew he would not last long. "God, Dominique," he growled, his voice a low, animalistic sound. "I am going to cum."
She kept sucking, her hands on his thighs, her body a tight, convulsive presence.
Just then, the door to the office opened.
Constance, thinking the interview was over and Dominique had left, stepped in.
She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the woman on her knees between Brian's legs, her mouth a passionate, rhythmic dance.
Brian's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let go.
His cum flew up the length of his cock and deep into her throat.
She swallowed, her body still holding him deep inside her, and every shot went directly into her stomach.
When she was done, she slowly pulled him from her throat.
She kissed the tip of his cock, a soft, wet touch that was a silent promise of more, and then she carefully, meticulously, put him back in his pants, making sure to carefully zip him up again.
She smiled, a radiant, triumphant expression, and got up from the floor.
Then she saw Constance, and a smirk, a flash of shared victory, crossed her face.
"That, Mr. Thomson, is only some of what I can offer you.
My husband is gone Wednesdays and Fridays," she whispered, her voice a low, sensual purr.
She turned and walked past Constance, a silent, knowing smile on her face, and exited the office, closing the door behind her.
Constance looked at Brian, her eyes, those brilliant emeralds, wide with shock and a hint of a new, playful mischief. "She is married," she whispered, as if she couldn't believe it.
Brian nodded, a weary, resigned expression on his face. "She is, and before you start blaming me, this was all her."
She nodded, a slow, understanding movement.
"I already know, Brian. You would never force or ask anything from a married woman.
" She walked over to him, her body a fluid, graceful curve, and sat down in his lap, her hands on his chest. "What did she whisper?
" she asked, her voice a soft, intimate murmur.
"Just a promise of more," he said, a weary but contented smile on his lips.
She kissed him, a long, deep, and passionate kiss that was a silent promise of her own. "Well, who am I to stop you?" she said, her voice a low, seductive whisper.
"I still have not had you," he said, a hint of genuine sadness in his voice.
She smiled, a radiant, confident expression. "No, but you will." She stood up, her body a graceful, beautiful presence, and looked at him, her eyes soft and reassuring. "Have you chosen your driver?" she asked, her voice returning to its calm, professional tone.
He smiled and nodded, his choice already made.
"Adria Lee." He had chosen her not just for her wit and her confidence, but for her raw, honest desire to be a part of his world, to be one of the women who would willingly, passionately, give herself to him.
He wanted her, just as he wanted Constance and Holly, and now Dominique, and even Anita, who had already become a part of his new, uninhibited life.
"I will make sure she is here tomorrow," Constance said, her voice filled with a quiet satisfaction.
"Will she be residing here?" he asked, a silent hope in his voice.
She nodded, a final, definitive answer. "As she will be available to you twenty-four-seven, she is required to. And if she becomes the kind of driver that is part of the privacy, she most definitely needs to."
He smirked. Adria was a fucking goddess, an Asian beauty who was unbelievably sexy in every way. He wanted her. God, what had his life become? Was there anything money could not buy? He had found a new life, a world of pleasure and power, and he was the one in charge.