Chapter 5 I Want Them To Hear You Upstairs
I WANT THEM TO HEAR YOU UPSTAIRS
SEBASTIAN
An hour after Annika drags Lily out the door, Imogen arrives, and it couldn’t be better timing. The pent up frustration I’ve been feeling since discovering Lily’s situation has started to drive me crazy, and I’ve not gotten a single task done all morning.
I feign disinterest as she moves towards her desk, even as I track her movements from where I’m sitting behind my desk.
She’s dressed in one of her ‘easy access’ outfits, as I’ve come to call the tight dresses she wears. So tight that she has no need for a bra behind the zip running down the front, and unable to be worn with underwear without showing the outline through the thin material.
I see no hint of a panty-line right now - a sure sign she’s open to us playing together today.
“How was your evening?” I ask, my gaze fixed on my computer screen as I pretend to be busy with my work.
It’s all part of the game. We pretend to be indifferent even when our libidos are screaming for release.
“Frustrating,” Imogen replies, putting her handbag on her desk and turning to face me as she leans against the wooden surface.
She places her hands on either side of her, gripping the edge of the desktop as she studies me.
“Why frustrating?” I maintain the facade of indifference, knowing exactly why she’s frustrated.
“Cam has four more days of night shifts, and I haven’t had sex since Sunday morning,” she replies, annoyance etched into her beautiful face.
She is honestly one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, the perfect mix of Spanish and English features, with long brown hair and pale blue eyes, all wrapped up in a petite, tanned body.
Coming only to my shoulder, what she lacks in height, she more than makes up for with her fiery nature, which is one of her many interesting qualities.
“That is frustrating,” I say, smirking as she glares at me.
“Yes. Yes it is.”
I lean back in my chair and run my thumb along my lower lip while I study her. “Do you require assistance with that frustration, Miss Delphine?”
Her eyes flare at the use of that name, just as I knew they would.
I’ve trained her body and mind over the last two years to grow instantly aroused once I utter those two words.
“Yes, sir,” she says, her voice becoming breathless while we slip into our usual roles.
I’ve spent years perfecting my role as a dominant with my sexual partners, and while there have been many before her, Imogen has proven to be my most successful submissive, giving up control entirely as soon as I say those two magic words.
Our arrangement goes no further than mutual respect and friendship, and neither of us are interested in pursuing a romantic relationship together.
Pushing my chair back, I move slowly around my desk and cross the room to stand in front of her, lifting her chin to bring her gaze to mine.
“Do you need to message Cam?” I ask, respectful of the boundaries she and her new boyfriend put in place over the weekend.
“I messaged him before I got out of the car,” Imogen says with a smirk.
For the last few months, Imogen was too scared to push for what she really wanted, and we’ve not played together solo since she started fucking Cam.
After I helped him orchestrate a fascinating Saturday night, that included a foursome between myself, Annika and the couple in question, Cam has made it very clear he has no problems with us continuing to play, despite their new relationship.
His only request was that Imogen let him know when she intends to fuck either myself or Annika in his absence.
And in an interesting turn of events, Cam has also shown an interest in continuing to explore his own sexual curiosities.
After attending his one and only club night, I’d taken note of the way he’d watched two men openly fucking in front of him, and sensed his hidden desires lurking beneath the surface.
When he’d come to see me on Saturday afternoon, he’d stumbled upon Dante and I together, and I knew I’d been spot on with my suspicions.
Dante is the only male sex worker at the Brisbane club, and often seeks me out after being left unsatisfied by clients.
Like me, he has no issue fucking men or women, or having an audience.
So he’d been all too happy to allow Cam to watch me fuck him while he was bent over my desk, and once that was over, he gave Cam an epic blow job.
That was just the start of Cam’s experimenting that day, though.
During the foursome, things had progressed, and he’d had his first bisexual encounter, with my cock in his arse while Imogen and Annika took care of him with their mouths and hands.
So it had certainly been an intriguing message to receive the following day from Imogen, letting me know Cam would be open to exploring further.
I’ve helped more than a few men and women explore their sexual fantasies, which is how Dark Desires came about in the first place, but I haven’t done it in a while and I’m interested to see just how far he wants to explore.
I chuckle as Imogen looks up at me with hooded eyes, running my thumb along her lower lip. “Eager to be fucked, are we, Miss Delphine?”
“Incredibly eager. I’ve missed playing with you,” she purrs while I tug her closer and bend to kiss her neck.
“And how do you wish to be fucked, dirty girl?” I nip her earlobe.
Her breath hitches. “Hard, please, sir.”
“As you wish,” I murmur, before lifting her.
She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses my neck as I carry her around the desk.
I’m already hard by the time I’ve placed her on the empty desktop.
We both keep our large oak desks free of all belongs, other than our computers, for this exact reason.
Neither of us want to bother with tidying up after we’ve fucked each other senseless.
Ignoring my aching cock, I unzip her dress and wrench it down her shoulders, letting it fall to the desktop and leaving her naked except for her red stilettos.
Urging her to lie back, I swipe my finger through her pussy, pleased to find her already wet, before plunging it deep inside her in one hard thrust. She moans when I roll my thumb over her clit, and I fuck her with my fingers while searching around the top drawer of her desk with my other hand.
Pulling out a condom, I continue working her up as I collect more supplies from my favourite drawer.
She stores most of her sex toys here for easy access, and I know the entire inventory like the back of my hand.
Once a bottle of lube, her clit sucking vibrator and a butt plug are carefully laid out beside her, I bend to suck her clit between my lips while I turn my attention to her tight arse, circling it with the finger that was buried inside her seconds ago.
I know all her tells after two years of playing together, and I chuckle when she widens her legs, moaning again as I slide that finger into her arse.
“Such a dirty, dirty girl. Just begging for me to fuck this arse, aren’t you, Miss Delphine?” I nip her clit as I move my finger in and out of her arse, and her back arches off the desk.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.
“Good girl.” I pull away and flip her over, placing my hand between her shoulder blades to hold her firmly in place while I pour the lube between her arse cheeks.
I prep her arse a little longer, enjoying hearing her moans grow louder, and once done, I slide the butt plug into place, pressing a kiss to her arse cheek as she sighs, and I turn it on at the lowest speed.
While she enjoys the sensations running through her body, I grab the vibrator and place it over her clit, turning it up full blast as I plunge my fingers into her pussy.
She cries out at the sudden shock to her body, and I push the sucker firmly against her clit while she claws at the desk, finally finding the edge and gripping it tight as she screams.
I always aim for a minimum of three orgasms from her when we play together, and I’m eager to get to the first one so I can feel the next two around my cock.
“Yes, thank you, sir!” she cries out while I continue to fuck her with my fingers, feeling her pulse around them.
Her pussy has barely stopped fluttering when I pull my hands away to roll on the condom, and she moans when I thrust in deep and set a punishing pace.
She asked to be fucked hard, after all, and I’m nothing if not a giving man.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I grab the remote for the butt plug and turn it up higher, loving the groans it pulls from her.
I’ve trained my body to come on command, and am well practiced at holding my own pleasure at bay, preferring instead to focus on making my partners come over and over.
My role as a dominant is all about helping them push their own boundaries to reach a whole new level of pleasure.
It’s not about me getting off, and entirely about them.
It’s why the sex workers often come to me after being left frustrated when spending hours pleasuring others without finding their own release.
And I’m more than happy to give them what they ask for.
But other than Imogen and, on occasion, Annika, I don’t seek the others out.
I never want any of them to feel obligated to sleep with the boss. But my relationship with the two women is different to what I have with the others, and when we play together, it’s all about mutual fucking when desire calls for it. It doesn’t hurt that they are also my closest friends, either.
But even with them, I still maintain that level of control and put their needs above my own.
I continue to fuck her hard, feeling her tighten around my cock when I return the vibrator to her clit. While I’m perfectly capable of getting her to come without the toys, it’s so much more fun making her scream with their assistance.
Her body convulses as I turn up the clit sucker, and she screams my name as her grip on the desk makes her knuckles turn white.
“Good girl, Miss Delphine. I want them to hear you upstairs and know just how well I’m fucking you right now.”
Her cries are music to my ears as I feel her pulse around my cock, and I press my hand to her shoulder blades again, holding her down while I continue to fuck her through the powerful orgasm rocking through her body.
When her body slumps down onto the desk again, I turn off the vibrator and pull the plug out of her arse.
I circle her arsehole with the tip of my cock. “Shall I fuck your arse now, Miss Delphine? Is that what you really want?”
She moans as I push myself in, just a fraction. “Yes, sir. Please. Fuck my arse.”
She loves anal, and now that her arse is ready for me, her low, guttural moans fill the room as I ease myself into the tight entrance.
Deciding I want her third orgasm to be the strongest yet, I grab the vibrator again after a moment and hold it against her clit, turning it up to full power again.
She screams again, even as she pushes herself back onto my cock, meeting me thrust for thrust. And when she comes a third time, I still need more.
The pent up frustration has made my hunger insatiable, and I pull out of her as she collapses onto the desk again, panting as her body quivers.
I discard the condom and grab another one, rolling it on before lifting her from the desk.
I turn her to face me, hoisting her up so she can wrap her legs around me while I turn so that her back is against the wall.
Despite her satiated expression, she clings to me when I bury my face into her neck, sucking hard as I thrust deep into her pussy again, and she lets out a series of hoarse moans as I finally focus on my own release.
Pumping myself into her over and over, I allow a small groan to slip from my lips as I come, holding her up as my body finally expels the last of the tension.
If this is how it’s going to be with Lily back in my life, I’m going to be seeking release with Imogen and Annika more than usual. There’s no way other way I’ll be able to handle the emotions that her presence stirs up within me.
And I certainly won’t be acknowledging what those emotions mean.