Falling for Sir (4 page)

This woman in his arms would provide the perfect
release of his pent-up sexual energy. The moment he laid eyes on her tonight he
felt as if she was there just for his pleasure. As if someone had picked her
out for him.

He carried his prize across the landing to a
door that stood slightly ajar. Nudging it fully open with his shoulder, he took
her inside and kicked the door shut with his foot.

"You can put me down now," she
muttered. "Don't hurt yourself."

Was she making a comment on his age, he
wondered. Evidently she was younger than him. Quite a lot younger he realized.
She didn't wear much make-up and he could see freckles, which made her seem
girlish. Carefully he set her on her feet. "Claudia, isn't it?"

"Yes. Sir."

Despite that sense of familiarity with her pouty
lips, he wasn't allowed to ask her if they'd met before. Another rule. There
wasn't really much they
could
talk
about and perhaps that was for the best. After all, what could they possibly
have in common other than a desire for sex? On dates—as far as he
recalled—people talked awkwardly about music and movies, but undoubtedly she
wouldn't know any of the music he liked and had probably never seen his
favorite movies. She looked like a college student. At least he knew she was
over eighteen.

But it was small comfort since he was more than
twice that and occasionally felt even older, huddled in one sheltered spot as
life shot by. Only yesterday, stuck in an airport during a flight delay, he'd
listened to a group of young people and not understood a single pop culture
reference for twenty minutes. He had a feeling a new woman in his life after
five years of marriage and four years of being a widower, would be just as
complex and frustrating to get his mind and his fingers around as the rudiments
of his new Iphone.

"You gotta get out there and date
again," his brother had challenged him. "Before you get so old you
don't remember what a woman is. All work and no play makes Jack a dull
boy!"

But the idea of re-entering the dating scene,
frankly, made him nauseated. He couldn't start all over again. Couldn't face
it.

This, however, was not a date. They were here
for sex not conversation. Just sex.

And his body was not taking issue with that at
all.

Sex he could do.

Reaching around, he unhooked her bra and
released two splendidly full tits that he'd noticed had a gentle bounce when
she walked. The lace bra had left faint red marks on the lower curve, but it
would fade. Slowly he massaged both breasts, her nipples poking into his palms.
Her lashes fluttered through the holes in her pink mask and her lips parted.

Oh,
yes. Let's get down to it. No need to waste time.

Jack was surprised at how quickly he cast aside
hesitancy and doubt and gentlemanly behavior tonight.

He bent his head and took her left nipple in his
mouth. There was a slight hint of very sweet perfume from her body lotion and a
little dampness from her nerves. Sucking on her tit, he slipped a hand down her
waxed mound, enjoying the smooth, pearly skin and then he rubbed his knuckle
over her pillowy pussy lips and felt her move, part her legs. Christ, he hadn't
touched lovely, soft skin like this in....too long. For a second he felt like
crumbling with need. The only way he could get through this and not spend his
load before she climaxed was to be tough, create a wall of some distance -
almost to become another character. Laura used to enjoy it when he took charge
in bed and tonight, wearing this black leather mask, he could let his Dom out
to play. He could indulge his fantasies even further than before.

Her nipple popped from his mouth and he quickly
shrugged out of his jacket while Claudia stood watching, one peak darker and
distended thanks to his nursing. He'd amend that disparity soon he thought with
a smirk, loosening his tie.

"Kneel on the edge of the bed, face the
wall and spread your legs," he instructed her firmly. "I want to
examine your pretty cunt and make certain you're ready for me."

Obeying his command, she flipped her long curls
over one shoulder. He unzipped his pants and
 
lowered his boxers, letting his aching cock stretch free, but he didn't
bother undressing any further. Lifting that playful ponytail hanging from her
anal plug, he stared at the pink folds of her sex and noted the gleam of dew
where she was already aroused.

"Stick your ass higher. Arch your
spine."

She did. Her breathing deepened. Her tied hands
were resting at the small of her back.

"Those other men touching you, made you
wet." When she made no reply, he added, "Didn't they, Claudia?"

"Yes....sir."

"You liked them pawing at you?"

Again nothing.

"Answer me!" he growled, flicking his
tie against her ass cheek.

"I suppose I did....sir."

"Are you sorry I won the bid?"

"I don't know yet, do I? Ask me
later."

He paused, squinting down at the woman on the
bed, not knowing whether he was more annoyed or amused. What exactly was she
there for? Didn't she know the definition of a submissive? He regrouped,
slapping her ass again with his tie. "Apparently there's a lot you don't
know, Claudia. Fortunately I'm here to teach you."

No response.

"That's where you say, yes, sir," he
prompted.

"Yes.
Sir
."

A smile tugged on his lips, but he banked
it.
 
He crouched at the foot of the bed,
one hand holding her ponytail aside, the other opening her pussy lips. Her
sexual musk was sweet and he drew in a deep breath of it. "And I can tell
you, Claudia, that you're
very
lucky
I picked you out, because not everyone has my patience."

"Right."

He placed his palm against her pussy and
squeezed, exerting pressure with the heel of his hand and rubbing slowly. She
was beautifully soft and tender. Yes, he'd made an excellent purchase.
"What was that, Claudia?"

"Er...yes, sir." She caught her
breath. "I'm sure I am. Lucky."

"I will service you in ways you never
dreamed."

"Well, that's what I came here
for...sir."

Jack decided to let that pass, despite the
definite note of dry amusement. "Your cunt is so very pink," he
muttered. "So juicy."

"Yes, sir."

"You're highly aroused."

She swayed slightly on her knees, pushing back
just a little. "You're highly observant."

He trailed his thumb up and down her labia.
"Are you aching for my cock in here?"

This answer came breathless, "What do you
think?"

He paused, studying again the curve of her full,
pouty nether lips. "I beg your pardon, Claudia?" He spanked her ass
cheek again, harder this time.

"I mean, yes...sir."

With one finger he caressed her sex, from her
filled, stretched anus to the crest of her labial folds and back again, watching
her further blossom. "Do you always ache like this for cock? Are you
usually so sexually responsive."

"I have never felt quite like this,"
she muttered reluctantly, as if it pained her to admit she was turned on.

"Like this? Explain further." He slipped
his forefinger inside her cunt and felt how incredibly tight and hot she was.
In response his dick twitched, the thick head expelling a single bead of
pre-cum. Christ, he was ready too. He'd had no idea his body was so needy.

"I....I've never felt...never been excited
by the men who tried to... I've never had an orgasm with sex."

He pushed deeper, wriggling his finger, slowly,
carefully circling her clit. "Why not?"

"Don't ask me," she snapped over her
shoulder. "It wasn't my fault, was it?"

"How do you know it wasn't? Why blame the
men?" Now he moved his finger again and heard a gasp from her sassy mouth.
Her body trembled and her vaginal walls squeezed tight on his probing finger.
He very much doubted it was her fault—not with a cunt this eager. More likely
it was the boys she'd known, not having enough experience to treat her the way
she needed. "Maybe you didn't want them enough," he added.
"Maybe you chose the wrong men to fuck, Claudia."

"Oh, I know I did," she agreed
scornfully. "I always make bad choices with men. That's why I'm here. It
took the choice out of my hands."

He worked a second finger into her pussy,
through her dewy pink petals. She felt incredible and he could hardly wait to
feel her around his prick. Jack knew he'd better slow himself down. "And
maybe those boys didn't know how to hold off and make you want it."

"Trust me, by the time they came I was glad
to get it over with."

Jack almost laughed out loud, but aware that
she'd just glanced over at the mirror to watch his reflection, he shook his
head briskly instead and kept his eyes stern. "Well, that won't happen
tonight. Your Sir is in charge and I'll make certain you come, Claudia."
He slipped both fingers out of her cunt and then back again, beginning a slow,
slick, wet, in and out, lightly teasing her clit on every other inward stroke,
fucking her with the full length of his fingers.

She moaned, pressing her upper body against the
bed quilt, her thighs trembling. He could see her muscles clenching, could feel
her valley contracting, pulling him in, trying to hold on to his fingers a
little longer each time. Oh, she was ready. Ready for cock. Ready to milk him
dry.

He crouched at the foot of the bed and leaned
forward to lick her soft, honeyed pussy lips. She tasted just as she did in his
dreams. Perhaps even better, creamier. His fingers slid out and in again,
making more of her nectar for the waiting curl of his tongue.

He swallowed. "Are you telling me the
truth, Claudia?" he demanded. "No man has ever made you come?"
She must be saying that for him. Laying down a challenge for the man who'd
bought her.
 

For a moment it seemed she couldn't answer. Her
pussy twitched. Jack added a third finger and heard her groan. "I can make
myself come, sir, but I hear it's not the same."

"With a vibrator?"

"No. Just my hand."

"How often?" He licked her again and
then took the most pouty part of her labia between his lips and sucked.

"It depends." She shuddered as he
sucked harder on her pussy lips, with his fingers still crammed deep inside
her. "Sometimes three or four times in a day. Sometimes not at all for a
day or two"

Jack released her and stood. He pushed his
boxers down to his knees and let his pants fall to his ankles. "When is
your period due?"

"Why?"

He slapped his marble-hard cock against her ass
and then her rosy vulva. Hot desire pulsed through his groin. "Because I
want to know. And did you forget to call me sir, Claudia?"

She huffed into the bed cover. "It just
passed a few days ago,
sir.
"

Now there was attitude in her voice again. He
couldn't figure out if she was just irritated by his question, or impatient to
get fucked. But he wanted to know every intimate thing about her body and she
ought to tell him, whatever he asked. He would obviously have to teach her a
few things about being a submissive. "I'm going to leave your wrists tied,
Claudia, but if you look in the mirror you can see me fucking you. Watch every
inch of my shaft plowing into your cunt. I'm not going to stop until I know
you've come as many times as I deem necessary."

"Thank goodness. I began to think we were
just going to talk about it."

He stared down at her. "Claudia, I don't
care for your tone, young lady."

"Well, don't keep me waiting for
dick."

"So you're a brat, eh?" He pinched her
ass cheek.

She turned her head, resting it on the quilt.
Was she
laughing
? "Yes,
sir."

"Don't you worry," he muttered.
"You'll get dick." She'd get more tonight than she knew what to do
with, he vowed silently.

Jack took a pillow and slid it under her hips.
When this wasn't quite enough, he added a second and third one too, until her
ass was high, her pussy at the perfect angle for deep penetration. He pushed
her knees wide apart so she was spread and displayed. He let the ponytail fall
back over her sharply arched spine and her bound wrists. That motion lifted the
anal plug enough to move it in her ass and cause a gasp of discomfort. He ran a
hand up between her legs once more and then gave her ass a few smart spanks
until it glowed almost as hotly as her gorgeous pussy.

This was all his. His to play with. His
purchase.

He slid his hands along the side curves of her
body, and then, his chest leaning over her spine and her bound arms, he reached
for her breasts where they swayed like ripened fruit beneath. Slowly he
caressed and squeezed the full orbs he had crushed against the bed cover and
let his breath tickle the back of her neck where her curly hair fell forward,
exposing the perfumed skin.