Serving Mr. Stevens, Part Four: The Price of Pleasure -- An Erotic Romance (Part 4 of 5) (7 page)

I moaned against his lips as his hands sank into my hair. He held me tightly, his body pressed hard against mine, as he kissed me so
hard
I soon forgot where his mouth ended and my own began.
“
God
, Candace,
” he groaned. “I’ve missed this.” I grunted in response, not wanting to spend a second apart from his lips.
Before long we were both panting. Mr. Stevens reached down, grabbed
me from behind
and picked me up, then settled me on the edge of his desk.
It was almost a gentle motion, at least compared to how he normally treated me. The dominant edge was still there, of course; I felt like that was an integral part of his being, and something that would never change. But there was something else there t
his time, beneath the roughness, manifesting
in a hundred small ways
.
His hands were hard yet somehow gentle at the same time. His kisses asked me to give him more, rather than demanding it. The surge of power that rushed through me
in response to this
give-and-take was unbelievable
, and irresistible. I needed him to go further
.

I
pulled
open one button of his shirt, then another.
He
stopped kissing me long enough to look down at my hands, then back up at my face. His lips held the slightest smile
, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it
. I faltered, my hands pausing as I
looked up at
him
.
“Is this okay
, sir
?” I asked
, instantly falling back into my submissive role.

He nodded, not saying anything, his smile a little broader now
and the fire burning more intensely in his eyes.
He was giving me permission to do as I wanted,
I realized. T
he
very
thought of it made me feel almost dizzy.
I began tearing away his buttons with a renewed fervor, unable to bear
being apart
from his body.
His hands pushed my skirt up my thighs, and I knew that he would soon reach for the part of me that was already wet and aching
for him
. I thought of last night, of
the way he took me in
the mirrored room
–
and suddenly I reached down and put my hand on his, stopping him.
Before we continued this, there was something
I had to
find out once and for all.

“Wait, there’s one thing I have to ask you,” I said, searching his eyes intently. “Last night… in the Masquerade…”

I didn’t know how to continue, how to vocalize my question. But h
e put his hand to my lips, closing them before I could say another word.

“Of course it was me,
Candace,
” he said, staring deeply back at me. “Do you really have to ask?”

I grinned devilishly at him, grabbing his face with both hands and forcefully pulling it to my lips. I was going crazy for him
, a woman possessed
.
His answer was all it took to send me over the edge completely.
I pulled his hands to my chest and ground them against my breasts, my
firm
nipples
sending out miniature shock-waves of pleasure in response to his touch. I licked the edge of his cheek all the way up to his ear, and
moved
back down his neck
before
taking a hungry bite of the smooth
skin
I found
there. The muscles in his neck twitched and writhed in my teeth.

Growling, he
pushed my backwards down onto the desk on my back, my skirt hiking further up around my
waist and allowing him access to the delicate core of my body.
He grabbed me with a rough
, wild motion and pressed the palm of his hand against my clit, pressing and grinding against me through the sopping-wet fabric of my underwear. My face contorted with pleasure as he yanked aside the fabric and plunged two fingers deep inside me, pushing them into me with a firm and rhythmic movement.
Not letting up the intensity for a moment, he stepped along the desk
so that his crotch was next to my head, and in a swift motion undid the buckle of his belt and let his pants fall to the floor.
His actions were command enough, and
he didn’t even need to say anything before I’d grabbed hungrily for his cock and brought it deep into my mouth. I wasn’t even sure if there was a name for this position, but it felt so perfect, so
right
.
Lying prone like this on his desk with him standing over me,
I could suck him and work his shaft
with my hand, while he
moved his fingers inside me and rubbed his thumb against the hard button of my clit.
He thrust his hips into my mouth as I took him deeper, grabbing a handful of my hair with his free hand and guiding me at the tempo he
desired
.

“Yeah, just like that,” he said, his words broken up by low, feverish moans. “Fuck, yes.”

I gazed up at him with wide, round eyes, batting my eyelashes at him coquettishly while my mouth was filled with his hard cock. His lip curled up in what I could only describe as a sneer of arousal. He let this go on for a few moments, before
pulling away for a moment and
springing up onto the desk in an athletic motion.
Straddling my torso, he pushed his cock in between my breasts and squeezed them around his shaft, the head of his
cock just barely reaching my lips with each successive thrust. I’d seen this in X-rated movies, but I
’d never experienced it before – and silly me, I’d assumed it was mostly for the guy’s pleasure. But oh, my Lord, did I love this. I felt like the sexiest creature in the world, and the saliva from my mouth was acting like lube for his
throbbing cock against my breasts. He squeezed my nipples
with his palm as he thrust against me, a delicious feeling that was unlike anything I’d felt before. It felt so dirty and so intimate at the same time that my hand found its way to my clit, almost of its own free will, as I began to rub myself furiously.
Already I could feel the orgasm building up within me, as the emotional rollercoaster of the past 24 hours was being completely obliterated by sexual ecstasy.

But before I could come, Mr. Stevens moved off of my chest and
brought his groin to my own, pausing for just a moment as we both caught our breath. He leaned over me, his triceps framing my head, and leaned down for another passionate kiss as
I slowly guided him into me.
I took him deeper and deeper, at a slow pace that was almost
torturously hot. A groan
rose up from between us, and I was unsure whether it had come from me or him. He began to thrust his hips, and I moved my own in time with his. We were locked in a passionate embrace, our bodies as close as two people could ever be. It was heaven, pure and simple.
I dragged the nails of my hand across his back as he fucked me,
urging him to go harder and deeper. He broke free of my lips, and I threw my head back against the desk as he sucked my nipple without breaking rhythm. I was moaning now, loudly,
something I normally never would do – but I couldn’t suppress the noises he was coaxing out of me. I felt my body tensing up, like a bow before the arrow is release. “I’m coming,” I gasped,
almost
sobbing the word, as the orgasm ripped through my body and brought my world to a grinding halt. Time stopped for a moment, as my body bucked wildly beneath him. I had the dim sense of his cock stiffening inside me, and a hot warmth that told me our orgasm had been simultaneous. But these
thoughts were dim and half-formed, and drowned out completely by the all-consuming pleasure – wave after wave of it
–
until,
what felt like a lifetime later, I drifted back to consciousness like a feather falling gently to the ground. His mouth found mine as his body collapsed and grew limp on top of me. We lay there, gasping inside each other, not needing or wanting to speak.

I don’t know how long we laid there, but I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes – that rare, delicious post-coital nap that sets in after an especially powerful session of lovemaking, that leaves you more
refreshed
and fulfilled than a full night’s sleep. When I awoke, he was standing over me, and I realized he’d covered me with a heavy coat. I
stretched, yawned, and smiled at him, still buzzing with bliss. I
slung my legs off the desk and stood up unsteadily,
wrapping the
coat around me like a cloak.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” he said. He looked much more refreshed than he had earlier; I guess the sex had done him some good, as well. He was dressed now, in a new change of clothes, and there was
renewed color in his cheeks.
He leaned over to kiss me, softly this time.
I smiled.

“That was incredible.”

“I agree,” he replied. “But Candace, we’ve got to get moving now. I just received word from Carl – he saw three police cars drive up to the Stevens building, just this minute.
I think they’re coming for me.”

“Shit,” I cried. I scrambled to throw on my clothes,
whipped
in
to
a frenzy all of a sudden. “Where’s Katarina?”

“I just spoke with her,” he said. “She’s going to hold them off as best she can.”

I looked at him. “How long will that be?” I asked, my voice rising in pitch and volume. I stepped towards him, grabbing his arm – I wasn’t ready to lose him just yet.

“What’s going to happen to you?” I asked him, my voice getting small and scared.

He put his arms around me and drew me to him in a last warm embrace. “Don’t worry, Candace,” he said firmly. “Whatever happens, we’re going to figure this out. I know we will. I… I love you, Candace.”

I pulled away and looked into his eyes, part of me not believing what I just heard, but the greater part of me knowing that we’d both been feeling this way, down to the core of our being, long before he’d even had to say it.

“I love you too,” I said, my voice breaking as I said the words. We embraced again, feeling our souls intertwined just as our bodies were. I shut my eyes tightly, wishing this moment to last forever.

But it wasn’t to be – for j
ust
at that moment
, the intercom buzzed. It was Katarina.

“They’re coming,” she cried, the panic in her voice clearly audible through the static.
“I tried to hold them off, but they’re coming in your door any second—”

Simultaneously with her words, we heard a pounding on the office door. “Get back,” Mr. Stevens said to me, a note of alarm in his voice. Crying out in fear, I backed away towards the curtain as the door came crashing open. Four policemen charged in, their guns drawn. I shrieked and threw my hands in the air, shrinking down in terror to the floor.

Mr. Stevens coolly raised his hands to shoulder-height, a dispassionate look on his face.

In contrast to their actions, the policemen’s voices were surprisingly calm. “Thomas Stevens?” said one of them
, putting his
hand on Mr. Stevens’ shoulder. The cop was fat, bald and wrinkly, and when he saw me staring at him, he cast a leering glance in my direction. He was disgusting. I couldn’t believe that my lover, so strong, so indomitable, was being forced to listen to this awful creep of a person.