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  “Damn, Ash, they were right.” She whispered, her fingers encircling my thick girth. “It’s huge,” she said in awe.

  “They usually are,” I replied with a wicked grin, my ego being stroked with each word.

  I watched, even more entranced, as Brandi bent and buried her face between Samantha’s legs. She pulled her lips back so I could watch as her tongue circled Samantha’s clit. Twisting and flicking against Samantha’s swollen flesh until she shifted, lowering her face and pushing her tongue instead inside of Samantha. Over and over again, Brandi’s tongue plunged deep into Samantha’s core her face glazed with Samantha’s sweetness which I would, sooner or later, taste for myself.

  Samantha continued rubbing me as I reached over to spread her lips open more so Brandi could enjoy her. Enjoying my view almost as much as I was enjoying Samantha’s hand. Samantha writhed with pleasure, her hips lifting off of the leather couch and into Brandi’s face wantonly. Suddenly, without warning, Samantha began jerking spasmodically. Her body twisted and jumped, and I knew she’d come.

  She lay back for a few minutes, catching her breath as Brandi slowly licked and nibbled until she too pulled back.

  With a soft sigh from Samantha, both women stood up. Brandi pulled Samantha to her and the two of them began kissing passionately, soft moans filtering through the room. Their fingers entwined in one another’s long hair they rubbed against one another, breasts pressing closely together through their embrace. It was beautiful.

  Needless to say, I was floored. The famed publishing guru herself, Samantha Sinclaire doing this with a stripper moments after we first met… It almost didn’t seem real.

  I waited for the two of them to break apart and stepped forward to hand Brandi several hundred dollar bills, thanking her before she disappeared out of the booth.

  Samantha had been busy retrieving her clothes while I did so, and was quickly putting herself back to rights as I adjusted myself as well. Me and my still throbbing, hard cock.

  As we turned to leave, I grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving off in any other direction.

  “You’re coming home with me, Miss Sinclaire. You might’ve had a slight orgasm from that in there, but when I make you come you’ll know what coming is. You’ve given me a sneak preview of just how freaky you are. We’re going to have one wild night.” I promised her.

  Samantha grinned at me and I rotated my hand, slapping her ass with a promising grin of my own.

  “There now, that’s the Mr. Blackthorne I was hoping to meet. You don’t think we ‘ran into each other’ accidently, now do you?” she asked, laughter clear in her tone.

  I furrowed my brow considering what she was saying. Yes, that was exactly what I had thought, but in light of her comment… She raised her fingers to my lips as she gazed into my eyes, a subtly devious smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

  “No, I’ve been frequenting the adult club scene for a few months now hoping our paths would cross. You’ve got one hell of a reputation and I wanted to see if what they say is true.”

  “And what do they say, Miss Sinclaire?” I asked with a raised brow.

  “What you’d expect. That you are the best there is. That you don’t just fuck a woman, you make love to her whole body. That she’s never the same afterwards. That you are completely and utterly in control the whole time. That they only come when you let them.” She listed, seemingly ticking off of some mental list.

  I laughed loudly, my grin stretching even wider, and nodded.

  “Nice. Well, all I can do is invite you back to my place and you can tell me if it’s true or not.” I offered, taking her hand and leading her out of the club and to my waiting Aston Martin.

  “Nice car, Mr. Blackthorne. Exactly what I’d expected.”

  “Miss Sinclaire, I can only hope I’ll meet all your expectations.”

  She winked at me as she slid her skirt well up her thigh, revealing the soft porcelain skin of her upper thigh as I opened the car door for her.

  “I know you will,” she purred.

  As I pulled the car up to my building, I got out and handed the keys to the valet. Samantha had been trying to whip her panties off in the car on the way over, but I had insisted she keep them on.

  Denial was one of the most efficient weapons in my arsenal. She’d squirmed wanting to touch me and touch herself, but I firmly told her no. Something that I was getting the impression she was unused to hearing.

  She practically raced to the elevator.

  “Slow down, baby, we’ve got all night. “I chuckled as I unlocked the door to my apartment, stepping back to allow her to stroll inside ahead of me.

  Waltzing into the great room, complete with a wall-length fireplace, she spun around.

  “Wow, this place is beautiful!” She ran her fingers over the plush furnishings. Strolling over to the stone fireplace, she admired the fine, dark cherry, wood mantle.

  With a quick push of a button, the gas fireplace lit up while she watched.

  I grabbed the crystal decanter of Scotch and generously filled two glasses.

  Samantha took the glass from me and walked over to the picture windows. She sighed as she gazed out at the twinkling night lights.

  “Ash, I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

  “Come here, Samantha,” I spoke in a low, commanding tone.

  She turned and I admired how beautiful she was in profile. Her face was perfectly sculpted. Her hair was the color of dark honey, a deeper blonde than Amber’s. It hung smooth and silky down her back. Her eyes were the deep blue of the Caribbean and her skin was a golden tan.

  Samantha kicked off her designer heels and sauntered over to the couch. She slipped in beside me sipping her scotch.

  “So, how is it we’ve just met? You have quite the reputation as a very successful woman in the publishing industry. I know you’re a Harvard grad. You probably know I am as well. The point I’m trying to make is that I’ve heard of you before, but never envisioned you as being so beautiful. I apologize if that sounds sexist.”

  Samantha ran a finger over her collarbone.

  “Thank you. I’ve made great strides in my career. But that’s not all that I am.”

  “Then who are you, Miss Samantha Sinclaire?” I placed my glass on the dark cherry wood table. I leaned back throwing my arm across the back of the couch.

  She leaned back against my arm. Her hair felt as silky as it looked.

  “Just a woman, Ash. A woman who has needs. Needs that you could meet.”

  I watched her hand slid up her thigh. I glimpsed her black lacy panties as her skirt inched up.

  “I’m guessing you don’t need financial advice,” I whispered as she began lightly kissing my neck.

  “Hmmm…hmmm. You guessed right.” She nuzzled against my neck, her soft skin pressing against my own. My cock swelled further near instantly as she began running her hands over my thigh.

  Grabbing her hands, I looked at her. The glow from the fire burning cast a rosy tint to her face, making her look as though she were lit from within. Her eyes burned with unquenched desire.

  “Come with me,” I commanded, standing and raising her up to her feet as well. I led her to the confidently to the bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

  She gasped as she walked into the room with me. I expected her reaction as it wasn’t an ordinary bedroom. I preferred to call that room my chamber or in more ominous terms, my dungeon.

  All around the darkened room were various love making accoutrements-devices that induced both pleasure and pain. Leather whips, leather restraints, blindfolds, nipple clamps, a black lacquered St. Andrew’s cross, a sex swing, and a hard-backed chair. The walls were covered in a deep wine, brocade fabric. Elaborate lantern style sconces gave the room an eerie glow. Even the heavy shades on the wall were kept drawn.

  “Oh my God, Ash...I never dreamed you were into this.” She said in awe, staring around the room with wide eyes.

  “I wasn’t initially. It was m
y decorator’s idea. I decided to go with it,” I lied sardonically. I wasn’t ready to expose the world to my dominant side yet.

  She stared at me, obviously unsure if I was joking.

  “Rest assured, I’m not a hard-core sadist. But, since I rather liked what she did in here, I decided to keep it.”

  Samantha chuckled to herself as she picked up the various leather whips and running her hands over a pair of handcuffs.

  “This is truly outrageous. I never expected this in your home. Thanks for showing me, but there’s still a matter that needs attending to.” She turned and ran her hands over my shoulders seductively.

  “Really? What matter might that be?”

  “You know what. I thought you were taking me back to your bedroom.”

  I shook my head smiling.

  “Just because I said this room was my decorator’s idea doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy it.”

  Fear flickered briefly in her eyes.

  “What?”

  Suddenly, I grabbed her hands and whipped her around. Without explanation I pushed her onto the chair behind her.

  “Sit, Samantha,” I commanded forcefully, despite having already placed her in it.

  She shifted until she was fully sitting down, looking up at me in a mixture of excitement and confusion.

  “You want to play a game.”

  “Do I? I…I guess I do,” she stuttered, smiling nervously.

  “I wasn’t asking. We are going to play a game. One we will both enjoy, but you must have patience.”

  Then I pulled a set of leather cuffs from the shelf. Pulling her wrists firmly behind her, I fastened the cuffs in place.

  “There now. How does that feel?”

  Samantha grinned wickedly.

  “Kinky. I love it, Ash.”

  “Good.”

  Slowly, I reached up her silky long legs and gently pulled her panties off, dragging them off of her hips and down her legs. I took a moment to admire her before I grabbed the top of her strapless dress and yanked it down to expose her breasts. They were magnificent. The way I loved them. Full, firm, luscious. Her nipples were hard and stood up like tiny pencil erasers.

  Samantha’s head fell back as I began to trail my tongue up her long legs kissing her firm inner thighs. Her scent drove me wild as my tongue eased to the apex of her legs. I groaned finding her pussy perfectly bare.

  As I teased her with my tongue, my cock throbbed painfully. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her, but it would take time.

  My tongue edged ever closer to her core where she ached for me. Her hips edged forward on the chair trying to capture my tongue. I reached up to squeeze her breasts twisting and tugging her nipples until finally, dripping wet, she cried out.

  “Ash, please, please…I want you!”

  I looked up at her from between her legs. She had the most delicious scent. I could only imagine how sweet she must taste.

  “What do you want me to do, Samantha?” I trailed my tongue to her inner thigh kissing and sucking the flesh.

  “Lick me please! I want to come!”

  “Oh, you mean like this?” I flicked my tongue back and forth against her lush lips while holding them closed over her quivering swollen clit.

  “No! Spread me open and do that please!” she cried, squirming like crazy on the chair. I could actually feel her clit shivering with excitement.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, I peeled back her delicate petals to reveal her soaking, sensitive core.

  “Like this?” My tongue flashed out to sweep across her clit.

  “YES!” she screamed. Her hips bucked off the chair.

  “Are you sure?”

  I touched the tip of my tongue to her quivering clit. Again, her ass inched off the chair.

  “Yes, oh my God, yes, Ash!”

  A familiar buzzing echoed throughout the room.

  Getting to my feet, I walked over to my phone which was sitting on a shelf near the door. “Who the hell would be calling at this hour?” I wondered aloud looking through my messages.

  “What?” Samantha tried to peer around behind her.

  “Shit, it’s my attorney. I’ve been working on this deal for months now. He must’ve found something out.” I stuffed the phone back into my pocket, walked over and picked up a set of leg restraints from the shelf. I then walked over to Samantha lacing them firmly around her ankles, satisfied that they were in place I stood to face her.

  “I’m so sorry, but I have to take this call. Sit tight and I’ll be back in a minute.”

  “What?” she screamed. “You can’t just leave me here like this!”

  As I opened the door, I turned to her again.

  “Ash!”

  “Remember, I promised that you would enjoy this, but the key to your pleasure is patience. I’ll be right back.”

  Samantha’s eyes widened in disbelief as I closed the door.

  I snickered to myself as I waltzed casually down the hall, knowing how frustrated she must be. After pouring myself a drink and enjoying a leisurely stroll outdoors on my lavish deck, I glanced at my phone. She’d been waiting for over an hour.

  I definitely enjoy keeping them waiting.

  What most people don’t realize is that by prolonging ecstasy you substantially increase your pleasure leading to orgasms that can shatter glass.

  Whipping off my shirt, I walked back to the room clad only in my dress pants.

  Samantha was sitting there her face red and flustered. Her eyes raged at me.

  “Let me go right now! If you don’t let me go, so help me—“

  “You’ll what? Tell everyone how you begged me to fuck you then I played a little game with you? Please, you and I both know that will never happen.” I scoffed.

  Carrying a bottle of water over, I tipped it to her mouth. Eagerly, she drank from it.

  “See now? You’re fine.”

  The rage in her eyes began to die down.

  “We’re still playing, Samantha.”

  She nodded.

  Her eyes scanned my bare chest which was well toned and covered with a light smattering of fine hair.

  I unfastened the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. As soon as I did, Samantha leapt to her feet, scrambling to locate her clothes.

  “How fucking dare you? Look at my wrists!” she raged, thrusting the redenned flesh in my face in outrage.

  Smiling, I took her wrists in my hands, twisting them back and forth.

  “They look fine to me.”

  “Are you kidding, Ash? They’re all red and scratched. You left me in here for over an hour!”

  Calmly, I leaned against the black lacquered St Andrew’s cross.

  “We were playing a game is all. I thought you were all hot and ready to play. I don’t think I was wrong about that.”

  Samantha was still fuming. Her face red, she began to pull her dress up her nude body.

  “You don’t want to do that.”

  “Like hell I don’t. Fuck you.”

  I strode to her grabbing her arms and pushing her back against the wall. I devoured her mouth, kissing her hard. Not to be rough, but to consume her. Her lips were sweet and full.

  Samantha, struggling against me, attempting to push me away. I held her fast, my tongue probing between her lips, teasing her along the edges of her mouth until her lips opened beneath mine.

  Suddenly, her struggles ceased, just as quickly as they had come. She fell against me, dropping her dress to her ankles. In a wild sort of abandon, she threw her arms around me pulling me to her. My cock reared up hard and throbbed against the fabric of my pants.

  “Ash,” she whispered. “What are you going to do to me?”

  Pulling my mouth from her lips, I traced my hands down to her beautiful, big tits. They were round, firm and full. I wanted to suck her nipples until she was soaking wet.

  Taking her hardened nipples into my mouth, I sucked and kissed them until she cried out. I reached down to press a finger against her opening as her eyes
closed in anticipation. As I slowly slipped my finger inside her, I could feel how soft, tight and wet she was. I could imagine how good it would feel to sink into her. My cock pulsed with need.

  Her hands roamed my chest. She traced each cut muscle in my stomach with her fingernails. I slid my finger in and out of her slowly, deeply rubbing her G spot.

  “Oh God, that feels so good.” She moaned as her hands drifted down to my cock.

  Tugging my zipper down, Samantha attempted to pull my cock out.

  “Let me,” I whispered stepping back from her. I stripped my pants off and lowered my shorts to reveal my fully erect cock ready for her to take.

  Samantha sucked in her breath in awe of my size.

  “Oh my God. I don’t know if I—?”

  “Can fit it all in? You have a line of accomplishments behind you, Samantha. I have no doubt you can take me if you try.”

  Samantha smiled and winked as she fell to her knees.

  Pulling me to her, her mouth grazed my shaft. Instantly, my cock swelled even bigger. She took me into her mouth.

  “God, it’s so thick,” she smiled up at me as she continued licking around the head of my dripping cock.

  Samantha pulled me in and out of her mouth taking my entire length with her swirling tongue. She licked all the way down to my balls, taking each one into her mouth. I shifted my grip, grabbing her by the back of the head so that I could thrust my cock deep into her throat. She gagged slightly, but adjusted to my girth and length with a throaty swallow. Soon, she was deep throating me like no one else had ever been able to do before.

  Pulling her head back leaving a light trickle of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, she pressed her hand onto her pussy getting it slick from her own juices then she began stroking my length while taking the head of my cock into her mouth.

  I could feel my orgasm approaching like thunder. Just as I was about to come, Samantha abruptly stopped and stood up.

  “Ash, I’m so sorry. I just remembered I have to be up early tomorrow. I have a 7:00 phone conference with our London office.” She explained, bending to pick up her dress and shoes.