Passions Pique (Passions Pique Satin's Passion) (4 page)

    
Roland released her hand and returned to his chair at his desk. He then pulled a folder from his desk drawer marked with her name; “Satin Silverstone.” He spun it around to present to her and asked her to sign her new contract. It was a single page. Not the 84 page standard. She read it carefully. It was very straight forward. Satin took another deep breath and then signed the document. Roland again rose from his desk and then walked over and fully embraced Satin.

    
“Welcome, Satin, to the hierarchy.”

    
Roland then turned to face the wall behind his desk and touched the face of his watch. The wall behind his desk began to open up like elevator doors. It was a false wall. And behind it a control room 3 times larger than Roland’s office, filled with what looked to be about 50 different computer monitor screens. And each one had a room on it with different people engaged in all manner of sexual acts. Satin was taken aback.

    
“What in God’s name?”

    
Roland interjected before fear could take full grip of her.

    
“Have a seat Satin.”

    
Roland gestured to the only chair in the room. The chair that sat at the center of his controls.

    
“What you are looking at now are some of the most powerful men and women in Investment Banking participating in their most secret sexual vices. It is the one Achilles heel that they all share. Their weakness for women and forbidden fantasies of the flesh. Here, they are free to play out all of their fantasies, no matter how extreme, old and new.”

    
Satin found herself squinting trying to focus on the multiple screens, suddenly recognizing the faces of the heads of billion dollar organizations. And then suddenly realizing where Roland was going with all of this.

    
“You’re blackmailing all of these people, aren’t you?”

    
Roland gave a bit of a chuckle.

    
“Well, I suppose that is one way of looking at it. But I would hardly call it that anymore now.”

    
Satin looked back at Roland with an over exaggerated look of exasperation.

    
“Really? Then what do you call all of this?”

    
Roland stepped up to the screens and smiled.

    
“When I first approached each of these men and women with the taped recording of what they had done, it was indeed blackmail. They were angry and embarrassed and terrified all at the same time. I made it clear that all I needed was for a minor change to be made at their company on the release of a stock so that I could manipulate the market and cash in on the outcome. No one on their end would suffer at all. And money was made by everyone. That first initial time was the biggest risk, because you never truly know how someone is going to respond to such a threat. Imagine my surprise when each of these individuals continued to come back to Pique Towers for a repeat performance.”

    
Roland paused for effect. He could see the shock in Satins eyes. “Yes, Satin. They ALL came back, again and again. Is it still blackmail then AFTER they know they are being recorded and that if it suits me that at any moment I could step in to repeat the same offer as I did originally?”

    
Satin turned back to the monitors. She was trying to maintain her position of opposition to what she was seeing, but instead found herself becoming mildly aroused. It was then that she recognized Natsu Yakamura. His face was contorted in sweet ecstasy as some beautiful petite black woman wearing a strap on was plunging in and out of his ass. Roland stepped up behind Satins chair and placed his hand on her shoulder.

    
“Yes, Satin. They more than enjoyed it. They began to yearn for it. This freedom. The opportunity to be free of their every sexual inhibition in a place where their dirtiest little secrets were kept safer than a vault in Fort Knox. And of course there is the added bonus of making a few billion additional dollars on the side. No one loses here. Everyone gets exactly what they want.”

    
Roland glanced back over to the screen with Natsu on it.

    
“Some more than others.”

    
Satin felt Roland’s hand slide down to her left breast. She was about to protest, but Roland anticipated her. She was reaching up to move his hand away when his words, stopped her cold.

    
“Don’t, Satin.”

    
The palm of his hand grazed across the surface of her breast sending what felt like pure electricity through her nipples.

    
“To master this part of the business, you need to truly understand it. And the only way to truly understand it is to make yourself a living part of it. I can teach you how to read the meaning of every nuance a person makes. Everything means something. The signs are all very subtle, but they are there. And once you understand them completely, you can control them. Bend and twist them to suit whatever your desire may be. I need you to be a functioning agent NOW, so I’m going to have to give you the crash course, but I know that you are a fast learner. And my gut tells me that you are already very in touch with your own sexuality. That will have to be enough for us to hurry this along before our time runs out. We are racing against the clock on this Satin. So I don’t have the time to be patient or delicate with you. I need you to embrace all that I have to teach. Do you understand?”

    
Sating was already too far gone to even pretend to resist Roland’s advances. His hand was now squeezing and massaging her breasts while he spoke to her. She was still staring at the women on the screen who were all making love to Natsu and to each other when she realized that her pussy was soaked and wet. Her clit was so engorged and swollen. She needed to cum. And she needed to cum now.

    
“Yes, Roland,” she whispered. “I understand.”

    
Roland seized the opportunity and took full command.

    
“I want you naked. I want to be able to see your fingers stroking your clit and disappearing inside of your pussy when you cum. Do it, now!”

    
Satin’s mind was on auto pilot. She felt like she was standing outside of herself and became a spectator as her body obeyed the commands given to her by Roland. In a matter of seconds she was out of her clothes and was ready to submit herself to Roland’s will.

    
“Sit back in the chair. Eyes on the screen. Legs cocked open. Let me see you stroke that clit.”

    
Satins eyes were glazing over as her lust took over. Her pussy was so wet. She was literally gushing all over the chair and was no where near feeling a real orgasm yet. She needed to cum. God how she needed to cum. Satin felt her body begin to slowly slouch in the chair as she lifted her knees higher and began to slowly dip two fingers in and out of her pussy. Roland allowed himself a smile as he watched Satin’s refined dignity and grace melt away into an ocean of lust and desire. What was she thinking? He wondered, as she glared at the screen and continued making small circles around her clit. Satin was in her own zone and Roland recognized that in this state, she was open to anything. Roland removed his clothing and moved to Satins side. Her eyes were half rolled up, her abs and teeth were both clenched. Clearly, she was in the grips of her first orgasm. And Roland was not about to let it be her last. He moved so that the head of his erection lightly brushed across Satins lips. Her lips parted and she snaked her tongue right along the underside of Roland cock from the tip of the head, down its length to the base and back up to the tip before engulfing his entire shaft. Roland let out a long unrepentant moan of satisfaction. He had waited a very long time for this moment. He was going to savor it. Satin grabbed Roland by the base of his cock and forced it down the back of her throat. Staring up at him, she seductively curled her lips around his girth and slowly drew her head back off of him while purposely make an obnoxiously loud slurping sound. She could taste his pre-cum leaking from the tip of his dick as it laid across her tongue and its flavor was like ambrosia. She gave his cock three slow rotating strokes admiring its size and weight. He was fully erect now.

    
“Nice.” She moaned. “I want this inside of me, now.”

    
Roland immediately pulled Satin from her seat and spun her back around to continue facing the monitors. He bent her over the monitors control panel and pressed the head of his dick at the entrance of her slit, sliding it the head back and forth, up and down between the lips of her deliciously wet pussy, covering the tip with her slick wet juices. Roland grabbed a hand full her Satins hair, balling it up in his fist and pulled her head up and back, forcing her to look directly at the screens as his dick pushed steadily back and forth into her core. Satins back arched as she let out a cry of surprise.

    
“Oh! Shit, yes, Roland. Feels so fucking good.”

    
Roland drove his dick in to the very hilt and just held it there, resting the full weight of his body up against her.

    
“Look at them, Satin. Watch each of them as they surrender to their own pleasures. Their fetishes are more than just simple indulgence. This is who they truly are without their masks. This is the release of passions and desires longed denied out of fear or repression. I give them the freedom to live the fantasy they were too afraid to pursue on their own. Freedom to live, feel and express their sexual desires without judgment or ridicule. Study each of them. Your job now, is to learn to identify what the catalyst is for each scenario, while I continue to bury myself inside of your guts.”

    
Satin was breathing became labored as she felt Roland begin long stroking inside of her.

    
“You wanted me inside of you? So here I am. Feel me, inside of you.”

    
Satin was suddenly startled by the sensation of a vibrating toy being firmly pressed against her clit. It made her entire body jump. She looked down between her legs and to her surprise, there was Gwen, Roland’s personal assistant, completely naked with her face just inches away from her dripping filled pussy. She had a vibrator that was set on a low setting that was being kept flush against her clit while Roland kept a steady rhythm in and out of her pussy. Roland was huge. He completely filled her up. Each stroke he completed with the full length and girth of him driving inside of her forced her juices in excess to come literally pouring out of her pussy, and Gwen was right there, all too happy to catch every single drop. The whole scene was too overwhelming for Satin. Her body began to convulse. She was cumming again. Losing all control of her body. Satin arched her back even more and let out another cry;

    
“Ahhh, cummmminggg!”

    
Roland reinforced his grip on her head of hair and redoubled his efforts. Stroking his cock inside of her, twice as fast, harder, deeper.

    
“Keep cumming, Satin! I’m gonna ride you all the way through it! Come on, Satin! Throw it back at me! I want to feel your pussy exploding all over my dick! Fuck me back, Satin! Fuck me!”

    
Satin was trying to push back against him, but she was too far gone. Roland had her pinned against the control panel and he was pounding her mercilessly, groaning and grunting with every stroke! And Roland knew that she was literally falling apart in the midst of the double attack being made on her hungry little pussy. That vibrator sitting on her clit was more than she could bear, yet there was still something inside of her desperate for him to keep driving her past her ability to stand it, to reach a new plateau. Satin felt like she was having an out of body experience. The world around her was blurring into a brilliant white light as her body began to go supernova. Gwen simply was not going to let up on that damn vibrator, and Roland hadn’t even broken a sweat yet. This was just the beginning of her training, and Satin knew it. Her hands balled up into a fist and her toes curled as her pussy continued to squirt and spasm around Roland’s cock. Satin was screaming. But it wasn’t a scream born of pain. No. This guttural, animalistic howl was born from release and disbelief. She was being driven to a level of sexual pleasure and satisfaction that she simply had no clue existed before this moment. Satin became a limp, drooling, completely spent lifeless mass underneath Roland’s impressive frame. His staying power was unbelievable. Her body had been slammed with multiple orgasms and she felt like she was drained, but Roland kept her focused.     

    
“Pay attention Satin. This is not about your pleasure. Look at the screens. Natsu Yakamura is your target. And preparing for him will be no small feat. He has multiple fetishes and apparently no limit as to how far he is willing to go to seek true fulfillment in his pleasure. You need to have a full understanding of what it is that drives his passions. He has multiple hot buttons. You may need a full team with you on this. You need to understand what makes this man tick. Look at the video and tell me what you see.”

    
Satin took a minute to regain control of her senses before responding. She looked up again at the screen holding the image of Natsu and his consorts. Her own head still swimming, but something was registering in her brain as being important to recognize. She focused in on Natsu’s face as the ladies went about their duties, and there was a flash in his eyes at a very specific moment that Satin immediately recognized. How could she not, she had just experienced the very same sensation herself a few moments ago. And suddenly, everything that Roland had just put her through made perfect sense to her. This is what the whole thing was about. At first, she thought Roland was using his power and this offer to take sexual advantage of her, which she wasn’t really all that oppose to, she thought to herself with a wry smile. But that wasn’t the case at all. For her to do what Roland needs done, she needed to be able to see the things that Roland sees. The subtle nuances. The responses and physical reactions to the different stimuli. Before Roland and Gwen had taken her on this magical carpet ride, she would have missed the meaning to the look that she now recognized on Natsu’s face. But now? Now she fully understood what she was seeing. She also knew exactly how to use that new found knowledge to her advantage. Roland began to start slowly stroking his cock back and forth again.