Chapter 8
CHRISTOPHER
Sometimes, I like watching my partner undress herself. But tonight, I want to help. I can’t keep my hands off Janie.
I come up to stand behind her. Nuzzling her neck, I say, “Let’s get this dress off, for starters.”
“Okay, Mr. Capulet.”
Her breathy words go straight to my cock.
I tug down the zipper at the back. She’s wearing a light blue bra underneath, and a matching thong. It reminds me of the thong I stole from her carry-on. I should feel guilty about that, but I don’t. I did, at first, but it’s not like I would make a different choice if given the opportunity again.
I’m a fucking pervert, and it’s time to make my peace with that.
The dress slides off her shoulders and falls to the floor at her bare feet. I step back to get a better look at her.
And that’s when I see it.
A handprint on her perfect ass.
“Tag sent you to me wearing his mark?” I ask, tracing the pink print.
“I—” Janie stumbles over her words and cranes her neck back, like she could possibly see the print on her own ass. “I don’t know, I didn’t think to look—”
I laugh. “Of course he did. He wants me to see what he’s done to you. So you’ve had the safe word talk, I take it?”
“Yes.” She squints up at me. “Red for stop. You don’t have to laugh at me, though.”
“I’m not laughing at you, doll, I promise.
” I slide a hand down her bare shoulder as I think about what I want to do with her, now that I have her naked in my living room.
I could lay her out across the couch, or the coffee table.
I could make her crawl upstairs to my room and walk behind her so I can watch her ass flex with Tag’s handprint.
But the sofa is closest, and I’ve dreamed about her for so long, I don’t want to wait. I lift her up, causing her to squeal in surprise.
“On the couch with you, doll. I want to look at you and touch you.” I want her writhing in impatience.
Once I have her lying flat, I stand over her, squeezing my cock through my pants. I’m torturing myself by not tearing her panties off and fucking her immediately.
I kneel on the floor next to her and press a kiss to her belly button. She giggles until I kiss her again, slower, and lick my way down to the waistband of her thong.
“Mr. Capulet,” she whispers.
“Do you know how good you smell? You smell like a woman in need, like you’re primed and ready for your Daddy Dom’s cock.”
She nods. “I—I am, Mr. Capulet. I’m very ready.”
“I know you are, doll.” I slide her panties down over her hips, revealing her glistening wet pussy.
She wriggles, trying to close her legs. I grab her knees and hold them open.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought of this sweet, pink cunt? How often I’ve thought of spreading you open against my desk at the office, and licking you until you scream?” I shake my head as I run my fingertip along her folds, tracing her opening.
She bucks forward against my touch, seeking more.
“And all that time, I knew I could never do it. I knew it was so wrong.” I give her clit several little taps.
“It turns me on,” she gasps.
I pause. “What does? This?” I resume the tapping.
“Mmmnnnn,” she moans.
“Answer me with your words, Janie.” I reach back and rub her anus. “What turns you on?”
She wriggles, gasps, tries to get out of my hold. I anchor her against the sofa.
Finally, she blurts, “Being your PA turns me on. Knowing you can boss me around and I have to do the things you want.”
Pleasure washes through me. “So you would get wet if I asked you to set up an appointment? If I asked you to bring me a coffee?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her gorgeous brown eyes sliding away from me in embarrassment.
I grin to myself. This sweet doll was enjoying an exchange of power all along, without me even knowing.
“Well, Janie, it turns out I have a big job for you tonight.”
She looks up at me again. “What is it, Mr. Capulet?”
“I’m going to need you to sit on my face.” I lie down on the floor next to the sofa. “The boss is waiting, Janie.”
With a little whimper, she gets off the couch and kneels over my chest. I tug her hips, drawing her back so she’s facing my feet and I’m staring directly up at her cunt. Fuck me, she’s the prettiest.
I give her an experimental swipe with my tongue, from the bottom of her pussy all the way to her clit. She whines and lowers herself farther against me. Perfect. Now she’s really sitting on my face. I’m engulfed in her scent, her wetness. I would fucking bathe in her if she’d let me.
I lick her again and again, loving the way she shudders and bucks. Her fluids soak into my beard. Good. I’ll smell her when she’s gone.
“Can I…can I touch you?” she asks.
I want to puff out my chest with pride. “You can touch me anywhere and everywhere you want.”
Her small hand wraps around my dick, over my pants. She makes a frustrated noise and struggles with my belt. I let her fight with the leather, gently licking her clit as she finds her way into my pants.
When her bare hand fists my cock, I groan against her pussy. “Feels amazing.”
“Mr. Capulet?”
“Yes, doll?”
“Can I put my mouth on you?”
“Fuck yes.” I repeat, “Anywhere and everywhere you want.”
The tip of her tongue circles my crown. I take deep breaths, focusing on her pussy so I don’t come immediately. My balls are already tight, aching with the need to release.
We lick and pleasure each other. I give her little nibbles on her inner thighs, wanting her to have new marks from me, to go with her mark from Tag. Both of us. She’ll carry reminders of both of us.
I spear her pussy with my tongue, feeling her clench around it. Then back up to her clit, sucking it between my lips to hold it in place before flicking my tongue over it.
Her sounds grow louder as she ripples around me, her hips moving rapidly in her search for completion.
I grab her ass while I eat her out, giving her the pain of a squeeze over Tag’s handprint. She rocks against me, her moans reverberating around my dick. She’s close. I am, too.
I thrust two fingers inside her while I suck her clit, then grip her bruised ass cheek, making sure to slide my slippery thumb over her forbidden back hole.
Her shout of release sends me over the edge, too, my cock straining forward into the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. I explode over her tongue.
She swallows down every drop, humming the whole while.
“Fuck.” I kiss her inner thigh. “Janie, doll, you’re amazing. That was incredible.”
“It really was,” she murmurs.
She doesn’t move to get up. I don’t mind. I could lie here with her legs open in front of my face all damn night. I stroke my hands up and over her waist and hips. She’s so fucking soft. Such softness should be impossible, and yet here she is, lying on top of me.
“I fantasized about you every day,” I tell her. “Every night. It was never as good as this.”
“I fantasized about you, too.” She swings her leg over to get up.
I already mourn the loss of lying with her so intimately, but there will, hopefully, be more opportunities. “Wait right here.”
I run warm water over a washcloth in the bathroom and bring it back to her. She tries to take it from me, but I wave her hands away. “Let me do it, doll. It’s my job to take care of you.”
She blushes, but lets me clean between her thighs. “Your, um, your beard is messy.”
I grin and make no move to clean it. “I know.”
Her blush deepens, spreading to her neck and chest.
When she reaches for her underwear, I want to stop her. “You could stay the night, you know.”
“Not unless we have a talk with Ariel.” She shakes her head. “I can’t stand lying to her or keeping something like this from her.”
“I understand.” I sit on the sofa and tug her onto my lap, glad she hasn’t put on her dress yet, so I can touch more of her skin.
“If you choose to be with me,” I say, “I’ll talk to Ariel.
Also, I’ll deal with people at work, if you’re worried about it.
I’ll make an announcement. No one will disrespect you, Janie.
They love you too much already.” Just like I do.
She nods, a small smile playing on her face. “All right, Mr. Capulet. I trust you to figure it out.”
I will. And if anyone makes the slightest motion or eyeroll of disrespect, they’re gone.
“I should get going.” She leans over to kiss me on the cheek. “Thank you for dinner, and for…everything.”
“Anytime, Janie.”
Once we’re outside, I crowd her against the side of her car. I don’t want to think about Ariel or work or anything else, just Janie’s sweet, sugar-cookie scent. “We have more talking to do. I’ll text you tomorrow, okay, doll?”
“Okay.” She blinks up at me with her beautiful, brown eyes. “Goodnight, Mr. Capulet.”
“Goodnight, Janie.”
Before she can turn around, I grab her chin and cover her mouth with mine. I could taste her all day, all night, and into eternity.
When we pull apart, I note with satisfaction the dazed, lustful look in her eyes.
“Tomorrow, my sweet doll. We’ll talk.”
“Y-yeah.” She nods and fumbles with her keys. “Talk. Tomorrow.”