Chapter Seven
NOVAK
Another day down and a night of excitement ahead.
I haven’t been able to get my mind off Tess all day. The thought of her prancing and parading around the house in nothing but a pair of undies and an oversized shirt. Sure, my imagination had a hand in playing some fun tricks on me, but I wasn’t going to stop them.
The front door swings open to silence. The only sounds come from the howling wind behind me. The rain eased during my drive home, but the weather is deteriorating again, now. Fine by me. I’ll be getting wet, one way or another.
I step inside and leave my briefcase at the door. I kick off my suede shoes, so as not to track mud and grime through the house, and then I drift through the halls to my bedroom.
That’s where I see her. Tess Murrow, standing in front of my bedroom door, dressed in a black, French maid’s outfit. She’s holding a feather duster in one hand, and swishing it over the bronze statue that sits on a short bookcase near my door.
The outfit barely covers anything up. From her slightly hunched position, I’m staring straight between her thighs and into a pair of black silk panties.
Sticking out of the apron tied around her waist, I spot the end of a newly bought pink vibrating toy.
Her full breasts squeeze against the top of the outfit, revealing a deep cleavage line, almost to the nipples.
And I thought I was excited before.
“Tess.”
She turns to me, covering her mouth with a white gloved hand as if I had caught her red-handed in some devilish deed.
“Mr. Christiansen, my deepest apologies. I didn’t see you there.” Tess slides away from the doorway and uses her upper arms to squeeze her tits together. “I was just tidying up before your arrival.”
She’s committing to the role, and I like it more than I think I should.
“You know the rules, Tess,” I say. I’ll play along as best I can. “I want you front and center when I enter this house. I’m disappointed in you.”
“Good heavens.” She nearly breaks into a chuckling fit but halts it with a smirk instead. “I’m sorry, sir. It’s been a very busy afternoon. Long and hard. Just how I like it.” She throws the last part in, with a cheeky smirk.
“There’s only one thing long and hard in this house, Tess.” I approach her with tactful recklessness. “And that’s me.”
Her sparkling blue eyes drift down my body. She sinks her two front teeth into her painted red lips. “Is that so?”
Her burning orange hair is neatly tightened in a bun, beneath the white and black mob cap resting on her head. She tucks her hands behind her back, and the feather duster dances frantically behind her knees.
“Another long day at the office.” Her perfume tickles my nose as I near her. It’s sweet but subtle. “I’m going to need some help to relieve the tension.”
“Anything, sir,” she says.
“So, what’s this then?” I ask, removing the pink toy from her apron. Her pale skin flushes deep red.
The toy isn’t shaped like a penis. It’s slender, somewhere around four inches long, and the tip ends in a point — almost like a bullet, but bigger.
“It’s, um, you weren’t supposed to see that yet.” She remains standing at attention, even with embarrassment creeping in.
It’s smaller than I expected from the way it peeked out of her apron. But, as I suspected, a small button on the back end clicks on the vibrations. Two more presses deliver different intensities of power.
It’s hard to assume this whole charade isn’t Tess’s way of trying to reclaim some sense of power in our dynamic.
Though she’s chosen the role of subservience, she’s adding new energy to the games we play.
Toys, fancy dress, and a bit of roleplaying?
I never considered it myself, but surprisingly, I’m enjoying it more than I imagined I would.
“Where’s the fun in hiding it?” I press the toy against her thigh. A violent tremor runs through her at the highest setting.
“I wasn’t sure…” I move it higher up her leg. Tess’s breathing deepens as it approaches her intimacy. I’ve never considered toys in the bedroom. Why share the fun with a piece of plastic? But if this is what she wants, I’ll give it to her.
“… how you would take to it, sir.” The pretense and prim and proper voice have left her, but she’s doing her best to stick to the bit.
“As long as we’re having fun, right?”
Having Tess is always fun. Our intimacy stems from a very different place than lovers locked in their pitiful display of affection.
It’s brutal, raw, and rough. If there really is a God above, he set her on my path to tease and tempt me.
If that’s the case, he’s succeeded. If she is my judgment, then I have failed and will spend eternity in the fiery pits of hell.
It’s a risk I’m willing to take because I’ve never had a woman like Tess Murrow before, and I’m sure I never will again.
My movements are slow and deliberate. I can’t give her what she wants right away. By the time I’m ready to deliver any real sense of pleasure, she has to be on her knees begging for it.
“Is this what you want?” I move the convulsing tip of the pink toy between her legs. Nowhere near anything important, but Tess’s reaction says enough. She shuts her eyes, and a smile trickles across her face.
“Yes.” She splits her legs. Her eagerness is on full display.
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Christiansen, sir.”
I glide the vibrator between her legs, allowing it to tickle her skin. Tess squirms at the sensation, and she emits heavy breathing moans as it approaches its target. I nestle the tip against her clit, and it slots into its perch without a problem.
Tess squeaks as the vibrations hit her sensitive area. She grinds her hips into it, freely accepting the pleasure coming from the toy. If I knew it was this easy, maybe I should have looked into something like this, long ago.
“Do you like that?” I ask. It feels right to ask. I’m inexperienced in the way of toys, and acknowledgment would do a world of good.
Tess might be my bitch, but I give as good as I get. And good Lord, she gives a whole lot.
“I… d… do,” she says.
The toy buzzes at full power, and it makes my hand tingle. I can’t imagine how intense it feels for her.
I tilt my head to inspect what’s happening below. There’s a narrow gap between Tess and me, which gives me a clear view of what’s happening below.
Tess clutches onto the lapels of my jacket as support. Her legs are buckling, and if she didn’t have something to grab onto, she’d have collapsed. Heavy breaths echo through the quiet hallway. I haven’t even needed to move my wrist, and she’s already coming apart.
Good.
I slide the buzzing toy along her slick pussy and she crumbles forward. The tip slides inside her, without much need of my guidance. She’s soaked and ready for whatever wants to enter.
“It feels so good,” she says. Her fingers dig through the jacket and pinch skin.
I don’t respond. I’m too focused on my task.
I thrust the toy in and out of her. Slow and steady at first, allowing her to enjoy this experience.
Tess suddenly grabs my wrist, and with one hard push, the toy slips out of her. Naughty eyes glance at me from under her brow line, accompanied by a cheeky grin.
“What are you doing?” I ask, genuinely puzzled.
“It’s nice, but it doesn’t really compare.” While Tess speaks, she trails a finger down the front of my suit, until it meets my already throbbing erection. She traces a circle around my bulge. “I want the real thing.”
“That, I can do.”
Tess loops her hand around my cock and uses it as a leash to lead me into the room. She turns to look at me over one shoulder as we walk. “How do you want me, Mr. Christiansen? Ass down, face up?”
Cheeky.
She stops at the edge of the bed.
“Ass up, face down.” I give her a hard thrust and she falls onto the mattress.
In this new position, there’s nothing to stop my inspection of her body. Her smooth, milky legs. The clean-shaven pussy, soaking the thin material of her black panties. I’ve never seen a more perfect image.
Dinner is served.
I fling myself on top of her, clutching her ass in my hands. Tess raises herself up on her elbows and faces me. One taste will satisfy my need. She’s had her fun, and now it’s my turn.
I tear at her panties, pull them aside, and bury my face between her legs.
Tess forces her hips out, pushing her ass into the air and giving me a better angle.
Her intoxicating scent draws me in, but the sweet taste of her sex is what keeps me around.
I run my tongue along the length of her slit, and a sharp moan tears from her lips.
She buries her head in the blanket, stifling her noise as she usually would have had someone been in the house.
Not today, you don’t. We’re free, for one whole week, and I want to experience every second of her eruption. I throw an arm over her back and grab the bun atop her head. With one hard pull, her head snaps back and her sounds of ecstasy fill the room. Sweet music to my ears.
“Your tongue feels so good,” she sputters.
I don’t pause to reply, spreading her legs further.
I thrust my tongue into her opening, bobbing my head to get as deep as it will go.
She’s falling forward, but she’s fighting to stay in position.
Tess claws at her sheets, trying to stabilize.
She forces her hips back against her body’s natural instinct to collapse.
“Take me, Novak,” she mutters. “Please. Do whatever. Be gentle, be rough, just fuck me.”
Begging for it? There’s my good little slut. Your wish is my command.
I get up and throw myself on top of her. She crumbles under my weight. Her head’s tilted to the side, and I give her a kiss. Tess runs her tongue against my lips, lapping up the juices left behind from eating her out.
“You like the way you taste?” I speak against her lips.
She nods.
I start working my belt. I’ve made it harder than it should be, by being on top of Tess, but I don’t want to leave this position now. Having her struggle beneath me is adding something to this whole experience.
When I finally free my cock from its confines, it springs to life and slaps Tess’s thigh. She giggles.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” she says.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“Then put it inside me,” she demands. This is an interesting side of Tess, that I rarely get to see. She doesn’t usually take control. Normally, she’s in the backseat, enjoying the ride I take her on.
I kind of like this new version of her.
I am taking too long to fulfill her demands, and she’s getting antsy. Her limbs flail awkwardly until they meet beneath my body. She takes the base of my shaft in a firm grip, guiding it to her entrance.
Taking control is an understatement. She’s running the whole damned show.
“I said fuck me. So fuck me,” she says. Those words flood through me like a drug.
I press myself up on my palms, but I don’t manage to get very far. With my cock in Tess’s grip, she pulls me to her pussy and pulls it straight in. My elbows buckle and I collapse back onto her, and with it, I slide deeper inside.
Tess yelps. She wasn’t expecting all of me, and neither was I.
I hoist myself up again and grab Tess by the hips. I adjust her body until she’s sitting on her knees. Her perfect ass jiggles and slaps against me with every thrust. Tess slides a hand underneath her, and two fingers find her clit. They move in circles, perfectly timed with my gyrating hips.
“I hate the way you make me feel,” she speaks through gritted teeth.
Same here. But no way am I going to let her know how she makes me feel.
We’re the perfect pair. Our bodies fit together like a masterfully crafted puzzle. She takes every one of my eight inches and doesn’t bat an eyelash.
I tighten my grip on her thighs, using the new leverage to pull her into me while I slam forward. Tess’s fingers move at lightning speed, and by the delighted squeaks she’s emitting, I know she’s close.
I pump myself into her with intense purpose. I don’t have to see her face to know her eyes are rolling into the back of her skull. I’ve watched her come a thousand times before, and the perfect visage is etched into my memory forever.
Her body starts to shake and contract, and her inner walls tighten around my girth. There it is. She’s on the verge of euphoric explosion. She freezes in place, emitting a constant thrumming of noise. But I press on, screwing her brains out while she reaches orgasm.
“I’m coming,” she shouts, and those words are my tipping point. It’s not what she says, but how she says it. In a mix of moans, choked words, and stutters from accepting my length.
I don’t have time to warn her before emptying myself deep inside her. On realizing what’s happening, she slams her hips back to not miss a drop. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she wanted me to breed her, the way she takes my load.
Dizzy and drained, I collapse at her side.
Tess props herself up, her face hovering dangerously close to mine.
“Was I a good little slut for you, sir?” she asks. A wink accompanies those words and it sends another throb through my already aching cock.
“Yes. You were.” I’m puffing and panting for air, but I get back to my feet and straighten out my suit. “You’ve done very well. It seems our training is working out nicely.”
She licks her lower lip.
“Now, go clean yourself up,” I point to the door of her ensuite bathroom. “Before you start leaking all over the place.”
Her face sinks as if I said something wrong. “You’re not going to stay?”
Stay? I’ve never stayed before, why would I do so now?
“I’ve brought work home. I have to get to it.”
I’ve got a court case in two weeks, and I wouldn’t want to go in there ill-prepared. Donna Deloya will be gunning for my head after how I treated her this morning.
“Oh. Yeah, sure,” Tess grumbles. But she throws her legs off the side of the bed and makes her way to the bathroom.
This is how we’ve always ended our engagements, so why is she wandering off with a solemn pout?
Did I do something wrong?