The Mistress (10 page)

Under normal circumstances, she would have scoffed at him. Perhaps, she might have slapped him. No matter what her reaction though, she would have made damn sure that he knew what an arrogant prick he sounded like. But not today. Today was different. Being dominated, punished, controlled – it was all so hot in this moment. Today was different. Somehow she had been quelled to do just what he had asked, because before she even thought of any of this she had kneeled before him, unzipped his pants, and pulled his large erection out of the confides of his pants.

She tugged at the top of his trousers to pull them even farther down so that she could provide the most satisfaction – and, admittedly, get the best access to his beautiful member. He gasped slightly as her lips pursed against the tip and she placed a small kiss atop it. Grinning, she tongued the head passionately and licked lightly into his slit. He winced in pleasure.

His cock hard, heavy and eager, she took him into her mouth bit by bit. Her mouth was filled, and she groaned once again. As ridiculous as it sounds, tasting him, having him inside of her mouth – filling that open orifice – was enough to cause her heart to race with tender love.

Though this moment – by any observer’s standards – was far from tender and loving, she felt that infamous beckoning emotion so many could ever dare to only strive for. By someone in passing, this situation would be quite crude, indeed. She was kneeling before a married man – her boss in fact, sucking his cock in his family’s home.

She bobbed over the head with intensity, her hands gripping the base so that she could work him up and down in perfect rhythm with her mouth. "Look at me," he demanded, as he pulled at her brown hair. She did. She obeyed and looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent.

"God, you’re so good," Preston groaned. Encouraged, she sucked even harder and faster. Her tongue ran firmly along the underside of the base. He moaned, and she took him – in all of his girth – back into her mouth.

"You look so hot like that," he said, pulling her head back up to look at him. An intense flush rose to her face, half from embarrassment, and the other half from pure arousal. "I want you to touch yourself while you suck me,” Preston ordered again.

Not really understanding the trance she was in, Haley continued to do as he asked. Moaning around his cock, she moved her fingers over her still very wet nest. A relaxing shift in the universe pounded against her as she touched herself. She really hadn’t realized how much more aroused she had gotten since her orgasm. The ability to touch herself was a much needed one, indeed. She ached to be sent over the edge once again – she needed the release.

She felt her head being grabbed and her hair being pulled slightly at her scalp. He was holding her in place, but why, she wondered curiously. Just then he began to thrust into her mouth. She tensed, but he was gentle, careful not to choke her. Trusting him, she let him control the pace and continued to work her swollen button with her fingers.

His hand tangled more and more in her hair as he continued to fuck her mouth. She felt him tense slightly and begin to pull away. She stopped rubbing herself immediately so that she could grab his ass with both hands to steady him. He was not going anywhere, not if she had anything to do with it. She continued sucking, forcing his length – as well as his large girth – down her throat far as she could get it. He gasped as she took him deeper and gagged against the head of his cock.

Mustering up quite a bit of resolution, she dragged her lips back to his tip and said in a low, seductive voice, “I want to taste you.” She knew that was all it would take. She looked at him with begging eyes as she kneeled before him and deep throated him with every thrust. She struggled to relax her throat enough so that she could get him in all the way. He was quite large and it managed to be a difficult task, but even through her choked gasps, she knew her attempts were not made in vain. His hand continued to fist her hair, only more roughly now.

"
Fuck
," Preston cried out. He pulled out just before his climax, and with lioness courage, she opened her mouth wide. He stroked himself with vigor for only a few more thrusts before he shot his heated fluids all over her cheek and into her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled with incredible self-satisfaction.

"I am going to fuck you so damn hard," Preston told her, standing up to pull his trousers the rest of the way down. He stepped out of them with enthusiasm. She looked at him, surprise plastered on her face. She was wide-eyed and staring at his length. He was hard again.

He moved passed her cockily and sat down on the large couch. Perplexed, she turned around and looked at him. “Do you need a nap first or something?” she sneered. He laughed, grabbed her hands, and with illuminating force, pulled her on top of him.

“Straddle me,” he spoke confidently. She loved how masculine and sure of himself he was. Haley’s right leg looped over him and bent to tuck beneath itself. She kissed him tenderly. “I love you,” she said softly, her left leg following the movements of her right. She was straddling him now; their heats formed together in a passionate dance.

She was ready to have him, and he her. Preston held her above him with his cock gliding over her slit, stimulating her erect and throbbing clit. Haley practically screamed at him in frustration when he pulled away as she attempted to urge her hips downward to force him inside.

He rubbed his cock over her clit again, and she whined in agony. "Preston, for the love of God, fuck me!" she demanded breathlessly. Her eyes were dark with a desire that she had never known before. The necessity of his cock inside of her was growing by the second. She needed him.

"You really are naughty," he whispered, admiring her efforts. He stopped resisting, and with four words, “I love you, too,” he allowed her to sink down onto his cock in one smooth motion that made both of them moan out loud. She wanted to cry as emotions soaked into her from every pore.

She grinded down against him, not needing any further encouragement. He loved her. That was all that mattered. His hands went to her waist, giving her the leverage she needed to bounce up and down on his shaft. Haley worked his cock into herself slowly at first, but once it became excruciating for both of them, she picked up the pace.

It felt great to ride him. She had never felt such sexual freedom before. He really had inspired her to be more open and courageous. For that, she would always be grateful. She started to wonder whether or not these moments were merely stolen moments – or if it was only the beginning of the rest of their lives. She wondered what was going to happen, and where this would all lead – but his hands grasping at her hips firmly knocked her away from her inquisitions.

Before she knew it, Preston had managed to get on his feet with her in his arms. She reveled in the fact that they hadn’t broken apart from one another’s sexual entrapment. He held her tightly, turned around, and slammed her back into the couch so that she was facing him. He wrapped her long slender legs around him. He kissed her slowly and intimately, his cock still buried inside of her. He hadn’t moved his hips at all during the sensual kiss, but as soon as they pulled apart he pulled out and thrust back in forcefully. Haley moaned and threw her head back in pleasure.

His speed was relentless, and his precision was on point as he hit her precious love button with every plunge. She was lost in an ocean of ecstasy, and the waves continued to thrash against her. Preston’s hands gripped her thighs once again, and he squeezed them tightly as he moved feverishly between them.

“Take it!” he screamed.

“Preston!” she yelled. “Oh, God. Oh my God!”

“Touch yourself!” he demanded. “Now!”

She reached between their sweaty bodies to find her erect clit. She began rubbing circles over its wet head, which sent tingles down her spine all the way through to her toes. She was beginning to lose it; she was nearing the edge. With one final hard thrust, she climaxed with a most powerful fire hotter than any she had ever known. She tightened her legs around him as she thrashed uncontrollably. Her walls had closed in and clamped down on his cock through her orgasm, and then she felt it: she felt his seed fill her with flowing intensity.

He fell off of her, both of them squeezing together on the cramped couch. They were silent for a moment, their breath the only sound left in the room, which had only moments before been filled with lustful moans and shameless screaming.

“Did that satiate your fantasies for a while?” she asked him in jest. He raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

“I thought we were just getting started,” he replied before untangling himself from her and leaping up from the couch. It was then that she smelled the fusion of their sweat and juices in the air. The smell of sex. There was no mistaking that smell. Now, she really had to clean.

“Go on a date with me?” he turned to ask, as he threw his wadded up clothes over his shoulder.

She smiled and nodded. “When?” she asked.

“As soon as you’re ready to go!” he responded with child-like enthusiasm. He continued off out of the living room and towards his bedroom, his white ass bouncing beautifully as he walked.

P
reston had covered all bases here. Lucas was staying with Trent for the night. And Mrs. Parker, Sophie’s best friend Riley’s mother, was to pick Sophie up after her piano practice and keep her overnight. Haley only wondered what Marissa would think of their absence – not only the kids’, but hers and Preston’s as well.

She didn’t really understand while he was making the plans, why the kids needed to be gone for so long, but she soon got her answer. After a three-hour drive, she finally understood. Unfortunately, it wasn’t even as if they had embarked on a wonderful road trip of sorts; in fact, the ride became ridiculously boring as soon as they left the city and headed through cornfields.

It seemed to take a lifetime to reach their destination, but they did reach their destination: a small gravel road.
A gravel. Fucking. Road.
The pathway was surrounded by nothing but field and distant trees. Where were they? She hadn’t a clue.

All that she knew was that her hopes of her and Preston being a short-lived fantasy may soon be realized. Perhaps tonight wouldn’t be magical, and perhaps she could finally gain the insight that she needed to let him go and continue in life as nothing but his friend. Perhaps, she thought – perhaps.

Coming to a slow but sudden stop in the middle of the road, he turned off the ignition and looked at her. “Ready?” he asked, smiling. He seemed excited, but as she looked around she couldn’t for the life of her understand why. There was nothing there. They were – in all honesty and for the first time in her life – in the middle of nowhere. He opened the car door, and jumped out. She rolled her eyes and followed suit.
Let’s get this over with.

It was a beautiful night, admittedly. Of course, the successful planner he was, he probably looked up the weather forecast before putting the evening into action. She was a bit perturbed, but she didn’t quite understand why. She should have just been enjoying the star-lit night.

She peered up to the sky – something she rarely did nowadays. And all negative thoughts quickly left her. Being this far from the city gave a clear view of an astronomical view unlike any other. She was impressed by it. The stars speckled famously across a silk blanket of navy. Cotton seemed to break apart atop the blanket to create a beautiful scene of a snow-like appearance. It was like an artist specifically painted the sky that night and plastered it above them as if they were on the set of a high-budget movie. It was surreal.

Trudging through the field’s grass, she started to wonder, with annoyance, where they were going. “Why are we still walking?” she whined, before coming to a halt.

He finally stopped and pointed to a metallic shell sticking out of the ground. She furrowed her brow in confusion, and she knew the look of disappointment had to have danced across her face, because he laughed in response. It looked like a fallout shelter of some kind. In the middle of a field. In the middle of nowhere...

She looked at him again, hoping for some clarity. “After you...” he said, pulling the lid up with a small heaving breath. He pointed to the ladder, signaling for her to climb down. She couldn’t believe how accurate he was at sounding gentlemanly when in reality there was something very suspicious about this “date”.

“Are you shitting me?” she asked, the twinge of annoyance that she was feeling not hidden in the least.

“Just trust me,” he laughed.

“Trust you? You brought me to the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere, made me walk a mile through weeds and grass, and now you want me to jump into a dark hole. Are you kidding me? How do I know that you’re not going to kill me and leave my body here where no one will find me? I’ve seen Lifetime movies, this sort of thing happens all the ti-” she began to rant, but his free hand reached out to quiet her. To make his point even clearer, his finger even found its way to her lips to shush her. She smacked it away, angry. She hated being shushed. He laughed spiritedly and flung the lid backwards so that it would stay open. “You can follow me or not; the choice is yours.” His performance was that of a game show host as he spoke. He was trying to entice her with the unknown, and she hated to believe that it was actually working.

He climbed down the stairs and disappeared into the darkness. In reality, she didn’t have a choice. He had the keys. It was either stick with him, sit there for hours until he popped out of a hole in the ground, or walk home – which was obviously too far away. There really was no appealing option, so, chancing it, she climbed onto the ladder and eased down it slowly. She was scared she might fall, but even more than that – she was scared that a spider, or any other creepy crawling critter for that matter, might latch onto her somewhere.

She quivered with a bone-chilling fear. It was dark in there – extremely dark. She couldn’t see the ladder she was climbing down. She couldn’t see anything. All there seemed to be was the distant view of the sky above, and it was getting smaller and smaller with every step she was making downwards. She was almost starting to panic.