Entangled [closed for ezwriter]

[impatient]

I exhaled deeply, and took a step inside the door, handing him the black leather. My heart was pounding so loud it was reverberating in my ears.

Looking into his eyes for a moment, “Well, there you go,” giving him a curt smile. “I should get back to work,” nodding my head towards the door.

 

[ezwriter]

"I said, 'come in'."
I turned with the bag and crossed through the foyer to bring the satchel back to my office.

 

[impatient]

“Pfft!” blowing a puff of air up into my bangs, muttering “My God.” I’m going to pass out.

I tentatively follow him into the foyer, and call out after him, “Jackson, please…this is really awkward for me, can we just forget what happened last night? I can have one of our other managers take care of things for you.”

 

[ezwriter]

I stopped and pivoted to face her.

"Take care of things? Seriously, girl, are you going to send someone else up here to wipe your cum off my car door? Is that something you're authorized to do?"

 

[impatient]

Here we go.

If I wasn’t so frightened, it would be absolutely hysterical. He had me there.

Biting my lip, “First of all, Ok, yes, I wasn’t talking about that, and you know what I meant by ‘taking care of things’. Secondly, you were rude to me last night, and no, what I did wasn’t justified.”

“But you watched me the whole time, didn’t you?” glaring straight into those emeralds.

“Lastly, don’t EVER call me ‘girl’ again. I despise that word,” I said with teeth clenched. “Understand?”

 

[ezwriter]

"I was rude?"

As I recall, I poured you a very good bottle of wine. We had some frank conversation. You read to me. You took your dress off. You began to take my clothes off. You began to suck my dick without my permission. I objected. You flew into a rage. So I called you a taxi, which I paid for, and then you proceeded to masturbate yourself atop my car.

And yes, if there's a commotion going on outside my window, I tend to see what it is.

If the evening didn't turn out as you'd hoped, Kendall I'm sorry.

As for the word "girl," that's really intriguing. Most women object to "cunt." I'd love to explore that little idiosyncracy with you at some point, but if you need to go, then by all means wipe off my car and be gone."

And thanks for bringing by my manuscript.

 

[impatient]

“Humph! You have to be kidding me... Seriously? Without your permission?….give me a break!”

I was fuming, but….had to admit the sexual tension between us was building like a perfect crescendo. I had never had this kind of erotic energy before and felt the wetness between my legs increasing with each retort, my pretty pink nipples standing out while my breasts tingled in raw animalistic instinct.

“See what the commotion is? Is that why you filmed it too?”

When he said the word ‘cunt,’ my eyes felt like they were going to burst into flames.

I don’t know what got into me, but all reason left me, and it was just survival mode.

I marched over to him and slapped his face, feeling the burn on my hand from the force of it.

“Fuck you. I’m not wiping anything off your car.”

 

[ezwriter]

Kendall's slap stung my cheek. Anger alone couldn't have animated this petite woman's hand with so much force. The sharp report, the violence of it, surprised her. She held her palm suspended in the space between us.

I gripped her slender wrist and brought it down and around, my fist pinning it against the small of herback. Pulling her toward me, my eyes peering down into hers.

"You have no idea what you've started," I informed her.

Her body was pressed to mine. Her breathing shallow, shattered. My hands moved up to the tight jutting points of her nipples through her blouse, grazing one with my fingertips.

"No idea."

 

[impatient]

“Let me go!” I shouted, starting out as an outburst, then trailing off into a breathy whisper, while I struggled to get out of his grip, writhing against him. I could feel him harden against me, his bulge massive against my tiny frame.

“Bastard! I hate you!” as I wriggled my hands free and started to pound on his chest, panting while he held me tightly around my waist with one hand.

 

[ezwriter]

"I let you go last night. But here you are. ...Possibly with panties this time"

Her words were edged with rage, but her eyes cried out in need. I pressed her wrist in strongly to her back, bending her torso back, her head up... and lowered my mouth toward hers. Her lips opened to me and her tongue danced madly against my own.

My hand opened to take the shape of her breast, to feel its weight, to capture it in my strong insistent grip as we kissed hot and long

 

[impatient]

As soon as he spoke the words, I knew it was coming. I struggled against him as my head tilted back and he kissed me, long and deep, while my rigid frozen body melted into submission, knees buckling.

“No, no…” I said, breaking the kiss, feverish with desire. He gripped my breast tightly which only made my body betray me all the more, face flushed, skin hot and glowing with heat.

“Jackson, let me go…” I whispered, no intention of pulling away. My hand reached up and ran through his hair, pulling him in tighter and wrapping my leg around his muscular thigh.

 

[ezwriter]

My fingers moved to the collar of her blouse, stretched tight against her perfect heaving tits. One by one I worked the buttons free until the satin fell open against her pretty arms and shoulders.

"Let you go? This is where you've always needed to be."

Drawing her hand up her spine, my thumb and forefinger reached out to engage the clasp of her bra. Unhooked, the straps fell free and slid down her arm the cups slipping free, baring the tops of her breasts.

 

[impatient]

“Ohh…God,” I hushed softly. He was tender now, finally…drawing me in, but still so dominant. The red flags and warning bells were going off in my head…”Abort, abort!”

I ignored them.

I looked up from under my eyelashes at him, lips parted, breath fast and shallow, as he unfastened each button on my blouse, one by one….feeling his eyes devour me.

He unhooked my bra and it gracefully slid down, exposing the tops of my breasts. The feeling of the fabric hanging loosely on top of them was more erotic to me then if it had slid off entirely. My nipples hardened underneath, and I tipped my head back further in ecstasy.

 

[ezwriter]

With the forefinger of my free hand I drew the silken cups of her brassiere over the rise of her tits, exposing the heavy well shaped lobes, the crinkly pink-hued areolae and rubber-hard pellets of her nipples.

"You hate me, Kendall? Looks like I'm getting mixed signals. Which is it then? Mouth says hate... nipples say want... Shall we see what your cunt says?"

My hand moved to her back and quickly found the delicate tag of the slender zipper of her skirt. The zipper opened smoothly, tracing the rise of Kendall's toned, sensuous buttocks. The zipper stop and a small quick tug sent it slipping from her hips to a heap on the floor.

My left hand still clenched her wrist to her back while my right came back around, caressing her lean waist and hips, finger running along the slender waistband of her thong...and now down the V of the crotch and now with my palm flat to her belly I pressed my fingers against the silk of her panties... feeling her heat and yes her most obvious moistness.

"Two to one, Kendall. I think you want me."

 

[impatient]

And there it was….

His words hung in the air between us, impatiently waiting for an answer. There was no question asked, but the intimation was there. He wanted me to say it…to say that I wanted him.

No more games, no more refusals. I knew he was tiring of my bullshit and if I didn’t give him what he wanted, he was going to discard me before I could even blink.

I wanted him; he knew it, I knew it. My panties were soaked before he even kissed me and now I could feel the liquid continuously oozing out of my aching pussy. His warm strong fingers pressed into my hot little snatch firmly, but deliberately not hard enough, teasing me and I was ready to lose it- lose what little inhibitions I had left. Where this would lead to, I had no idea. It didn’t matter anymore…because now there was no turning back.

The wall that I had so desperately tried to keep up was coming down. With my answer, the menacing steel wrecking ball was released and contact was imminent.

“Yes, Jackson…I want you. I want you, I want you, I want you,” I gasped in submission.

“Fuck me... please….”

 

[ezwriter]

With her surrender, my caressing palm curled into a fist drawing the gossamer triangle of fabric at her crotch into my grip. With a strong slow insistent pull the slender straps of her waist band gave and her tiny thong shredded, baring her ripe dripping sex.

"Undress me," I commanded my visitor, releasing my grip on her hand though she kept it there behind her pinned to her back as she gazed up at me, half-panting, half-trembling. And my glare gave no quarter to either. This Kendall would be a most precious pet I could tell. Deep down, beneath her fear, this frightened rabbit was every bit a rabbit.

 

[impatient]

And in his eyes, I saw the deep flecks of green sparkle, as the chain of command was established. Well, it was always there, but now I had humbly submitted to him, mentally unable to break away this time. I could see it pleased him, most obviously in his cock, rock hard and thrusting into me, as I lifted my thigh, trying to catch it in obvious distress, choking back the moans deep within.

I started to undress him, in sweet compromise, wanting him to see the depth of my commitment. Undoing the buttons on his shirt with my shaking fingers, then pulling it down off his muscular shoulders and arms. Tonight had a different feel to it altogether…last night had been playful, but also detached, and now, the connection was there, more emotion from him, more devotion from me.

I then fumbled with the belt and my dark desires, undid his trousers, and pulled the waistband of his briefs up and over that hard throbbing monster, gently sliding them down. His body was magnificent, toned and firm. Now that I saw his naked flesh, my pussy seeped copious amounts of liquid lust, and my mouth salivated and tingled; each entrance inviting, voracious and waiting...

 

[ezwriter]

Kendall's trembling diminutive hands managed to tug my briefs to mid-thigh, her eyes fixed now upon my gorged cock, rising, curving pink and crimson from my heavy hanging sac, the tuft of dark pubes. My cock head a sharply cleaved helmet atop my shaft.

My petite visitor seemed frozen at the sight of it... the rabbit, yes, cornered in a singular moment of peril. Body still, mind and heart racing with possibliity, her uncertain journey leading her suddenly to this place. This place she had set out for all along.

"This will be your gift, Kendall. Your Master. But are you worthy of it? Or are you just another tiresome horny housewife who mails me their amateur erotica or their panties?"

I closed my fist around a handful of her reddish curls and brought her gaze up to mine. "Are you worthy?"

 

[impatient]

“Ohh,” I gasped with parted lips, panting in short, sketchy breaths as he deliciously gathered my hair in his fist.

A challenge…

I can have him….if.

“Y-Yess..” my voice broken and husky with desire. “I am worthy, please…”

His magnificent hard throbbing cock was inches away from me. I wanted to touch it, grip it in my soft trembling hands, stroke it and squeeze it….it was almost too much for me to bear.

The eggshells all around me, I was frozen; this rabbit tharn. Not wanting to displease him, I gazed into his eyes and whispered, “I’m yours. What may I do to show you?”

 

[ezwriter]

We both knew we'd played out more or less this same scene less than 12 hours ago. What had transpired since was an inevitable exercise in pride on Kendall's part... if a young lady presenting sans panties can still fall back on such archaic virtues. It's perhaps what intrigued me so much about this one. By turns chaste and whorish, Kendall Moore's internal emotional engine was churning up a smoldering sexual volcano, whose energy might erupt volcanically or - if managed with just the right amount of control - be channeled into a sensational little plaything.

My tone was measured but firm.

"Undress me. Completely. Then kneel at my feet and kiss your way up... to my ass and balls and cock. I'll know in your kiss if your worthy. I'll feel your reverence. Your need. Or maybe I won't..."

"Begin."

 

[impatient]

My delicate fingers grasped the edge of his trousers and briefs and tugged carefully as I knelt before him, my red manicured fingernails gently raking his thighs on the way down.

My head dropped, like a rose forced into early bloom; my spirit yielding to him.

I slipped off his shoes, and peeled away the rest of his clothes, carefully draping them to the side.

Lowering my face close to the floor, I kissed his feet. Keeping my lips moist and soft as I nursed every inch of him, the tops of his toes, his ankles and heels. I kissed him hungrily, working my way up his calves to inner thighs, gently nibbling with my teeth and tongue in teasing bites, hoping he would feel the affection pouring out of me.

All I could hear was my heart thumping in turn with the wet smacking of my lips, growing louder and more desperate the closer I got to his massive engorged cock.

Following his instructions, I stopped at his naked sex and tried to re-focus, my mind dizzy with need. God, I hope he is pleased with me. I cowered inside, remembering the scolding from yesterday and closed my eyes to brace for an attack.

 

[ezwriter]

Kendall's mouth made love to my legs, animated with a need I knew that was amplified by her submission. A door had been opened and desire was rushing out. She kissed me desperately, breathlessly, her passion fueled by her surrender.

She broke off as she reached my straining shaft and heavy, hanging sac. I reached down to gather her soft curls in my hand. "Don't stop," I murmured. "You know just what you're doing, Kendall. You're finally where you belong."

 

[impatient]

“Ohh…God…” I half-exhaled, half-whimpered in response. He was pleased with me! If I felt passion crazed before, his reaction to my first task had only fueled me senseless-a heavy octane surge came up from my belly and rushed into my face and mouth for the next one. I was on fire! Oh, I was going to suck his cock alright, I thought.

I used only my mouth to start, so the only place he would feel me would be on his sex. I drew in close to his heavy, loaded sack and nuzzled my face between his balls and the bottom of his hard shaft, breathing in his lifeblood, his essence, pushing my face in deeply and exhaling my hot breath on his skin.

I extended my tongue and licked his balls, tasting his salt and musk as I licked long upward strokes. I licked at him soft and wet, coating and bathing him, licking at the wine colored fat teardrops like an all day sucker. I mouthed them, sucked them while my tongue flurried and flicked, hearing him moan with pleasure. My mouth suction-cupped them and released, hearing the pop as they extruded from my lips- I couldn’t get enough of this honestly, and would have stayed there longer, but that cock you see, was waiting... oh so patiently, bobbing and straining in agony.

I peeled myself away from his sack and let the tip of his cock touch my inflamed lips, just letting it move and touch as it would, barely skimming it, feeling it slide easily on me with the precum that had already beaded on the head. Just precious. I licked the tip, tasting his sweet sugar on my tongue, and swallowing it- Oh, he was delicious, yes. I could wait no more. I enclosed my mouth on the crown, and could feel him pulsing more liquid down my throat. I sucked at him and licked, letting it fall between my teeth and gums before I moved down on him, taking in his entire shaft down to the hairy root. I felt him moan. He pushed in farther and his dick was at my throat, gagging me. A rush of saliva burst forth, and he let up so I could breathe-but only for a split second before I was down on him again, in long powerful strokes, running my tongue along the shaft as I devoured him. I was gone, my mind completely engulfed in the task.

I grabbed his toned succulent ass, each hand on one cheek with my fingers curled toward his hole, nearing closer and closer, then taking my index finger and pressing it onto the soft tight entrance, probing, pushing gently while I worked his cock, the tip entering his tense hole, worming up into him.

I ate his cock and balls furiously as he moaned and grunted, getting close. I wanted to make him cum right here, right now- but what I wanted didn’t matter. I slowly down briefly and looked up at him, trying to gage what he wanted me to do next…

 

[ezwriter]

Kendall's mouth ministered to my cock and balls exquisitely, laving and sucking with a modulated rhythm that spiked my pleasure then gradually eased, only to take me to a new height. And with this intensely stimulating attention to my cock and her insistent finger at my sphincter, she brought me to the brink of climax.

More than the skill she displayed, more than the desire she shared with me, what she shared with me was... abandon. What we do when no one is watching... When we don't care if anyone's watching...when we are doing exactly what we desire. Perhaps for the first time Kendall was the woman, the whore, the cocksucker she'd so long and so secretly dreamed of being.

Last night, she caught a glimpse of herself and ran scared. But she returned... and now she could never go back to the way she'd lived before. Abandon. There was nothing I couldn't demand of my Kendall now... or, more to the point, ask of her.

"That's my good girl," I encouraged her, my hand curled in her touseled locks. "Doing such a good job on my dick."

When she let up from her tonguing, I pivoted on my feet, presenting my ass to her. Without hesitation - abandon - she resumed her expert and impassioned tonguing, laving the undersides of my buttocks... my crack and my tight puckered hole.

I reached down for her hand which she'd laid on my hip and drew it around me, wrapping her delicate, freshly manicured fingers around my shaft. From there, she knew quite well what to do, stroking the length of my erection from my balls to my head, twisting her grip slightly over my gorged, weeping knob and back down. ...Milking my dick as her tongue insinuated its way languidly, insistently, hungrily inside my sphincter.

Yes.

I let myself go. Giving in to the pleasure my filthy little store clerk was so eager to give. "That's right," I murmured, "Make me shoot. Make me squirt so much. Needy little whore... Dirty fucktoy... Work that tongue in my ass..."

Kendall reamed me, stroked me...milked me until I shattered. A stream of my cum arced across the room, splattering gob of thick pearly cream on the hardwood floor. More. So much - each jet landing closer to my feet leaving a trail of cum gobs a good six feet long.

I sighed and closed my eyes, letting the pleasure of release wash over me. Kendall's pretty hand gently caressed my softening shaft and I closed my hand over it.

I stepped aside and she looked up at me, pleased to see the pleasure on my face.

"Look what a mess you made, girl," I told her, nodding to the copious ejaculation splattering the floor. "Lap that up."

 

[impatient]

Resting back on my heels, I felt a blissful satisfaction that I had made Jackson cum so hard. I may be new at all this dominance/submission thing, but I was certainly no virgin, and had the skills to prove it.

That's funny...I thought, with a nervous smile on my face. I could swear he just said to 'lap that up.' Lap that up, yeah right, I silently snickered.

But then I looked at his expression, and knew for certain that he was completely serious. Oh, God...is it too late in the game to discuss 'hard limits'? There is no way in hell that I am going to lick his cum, or anything for that matter, off the floor. No-way.

"No, Sir."