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Authors: J. S. Scott
ear. Could she really resist the chance to fulfill the needs raging inside of
her now?
"You want it, don't you Hannah?" His voice was authoritative as he pulled her up against his groin. His cock was hard and it felt so good.
Hannah wanted to rub against his large erection. Her body was demanding she let this man sate her. Years of suppressed desires were battering at her and lowering her defenses.
"Answer me." His voice raised to a rigid and stern tone, demanding an answer as he pinched her nipple.
The sensation licked through her body like lightning, eroding her will to resist. She nodded slowly, unable to fight her desire to give in to him. "Yes," she answered, not capable of uttering any other words.
He pulled his hand from her blouse and swung her around to face him. His expression was stark and unbending. He grasped her upper arms tightly. "We have a few ground rules. I tell you what to do and you obey. Do nothing unless I tell you to do it. Give me a safe word. You say the word and everything stops. Got it?"
She was shaking as she looked into his eyes and nodded slightly. She had no personal experience but she knew everything about the world of pleasure and pain. It had been haunting her dreams for years and she had done plenty of curious research.
He didn't smile, but his face relaxed slightly. She wanted to please him. She wanted to hear his pleasure and praise.
"Give me your safe word." He requested as he pulled his fleece sweatshirt over his head.
She opened her mouth to say that she couldn't think of one. Hell, she couldn't think of anything except his body. No one would ever know that Ryan Brenner was an attorney who spent a lot of time behind a desk. He was built like a man who did physical work, every muscle in his torso, chest and arms developed and solid. His chest was broad and smooth.
"Your safe word," he reminded her as he moved close enough to pull her jacket down her arms. He removed the note from her hand and discarded it onto a chair.
"Paper," she blurted out as she noticed the note she had clenched in her hand as he removed it.
"Anything off limits?," he questioned casually as he discarded her jacket and finished unbuttoning her blouse. He discarded it on the same chair that held his shirt and her jacket.
"I-I don't know. I've never...tried anything like this," she murmured, her comment barely audible.
His hands hotly brushed over the skin of her abdomen as they slid down to unbutton her skirt. As he lowered the zipper he answered. "We'll just have to see what you like." He pulled the skirt firmly down her thighs. It dropped at her feet and she stared at it.
She hesitated before she stepped out of it and he tossed it on top of her other clothing. He made her step out of her shoes and stripped off her stockings.
Last chance to run. You can stop it right now.
He discarded her bra, stroking and pinching her nipples roughly after it was gone.
She couldn't run away. She wanted this too much. Her body was on fire just from his firm touch on her breasts. Excitement, desire, shame and fear swamped her brain. They were all there, at war and fighting to see which emotion was strongest.
"Don't think, Hannah. Just obey and feel." His voice commanded as he tilted her head up to look at him. His eyes were compelling and her whole being swayed toward him.
"I won't call you Sir," she informed him, her voice holding a touch of defiance.
"We'll see." His lips twitched, his tone cocky and tormenting.
His mouth came down hard over hers and Hannah decided the war of her emotions was won. The shame and fear was still there, but desire and excitement were victorious.
*****
As Ryan looked into her eyes the dom in him jumped to the forefront. Her need,
her now?
"You want it, don't you Hannah?" His voice was authoritative as he pulled her up against his groin. His cock was hard and it felt so good.
Hannah wanted to rub against his large erection. Her body was demanding she let this man sate her. Years of suppressed desires were battering at her and lowering her defenses.
"Answer me." His voice raised to a rigid and stern tone, demanding an answer as he pinched her nipple.
The sensation licked through her body like lightning, eroding her will to resist. She nodded slowly, unable to fight her desire to give in to him. "Yes," she answered, not capable of uttering any other words.
He pulled his hand from her blouse and swung her around to face him. His expression was stark and unbending. He grasped her upper arms tightly. "We have a few ground rules. I tell you what to do and you obey. Do nothing unless I tell you to do it. Give me a safe word. You say the word and everything stops. Got it?"
She was shaking as she looked into his eyes and nodded slightly. She had no personal experience but she knew everything about the world of pleasure and pain. It had been haunting her dreams for years and she had done plenty of curious research.
He didn't smile, but his face relaxed slightly. She wanted to please him. She wanted to hear his pleasure and praise.
"Give me your safe word." He requested as he pulled his fleece sweatshirt over his head.
She opened her mouth to say that she couldn't think of one. Hell, she couldn't think of anything except his body. No one would ever know that Ryan Brenner was an attorney who spent a lot of time behind a desk. He was built like a man who did physical work, every muscle in his torso, chest and arms developed and solid. His chest was broad and smooth.
"Your safe word," he reminded her as he moved close enough to pull her jacket down her arms. He removed the note from her hand and discarded it onto a chair.
"Paper," she blurted out as she noticed the note she had clenched in her hand as he removed it.
"Anything off limits?," he questioned casually as he discarded her jacket and finished unbuttoning her blouse. He discarded it on the same chair that held his shirt and her jacket.
"I-I don't know. I've never...tried anything like this," she murmured, her comment barely audible.
His hands hotly brushed over the skin of her abdomen as they slid down to unbutton her skirt. As he lowered the zipper he answered. "We'll just have to see what you like." He pulled the skirt firmly down her thighs. It dropped at her feet and she stared at it.
She hesitated before she stepped out of it and he tossed it on top of her other clothing. He made her step out of her shoes and stripped off her stockings.
Last chance to run. You can stop it right now.
He discarded her bra, stroking and pinching her nipples roughly after it was gone.
She couldn't run away. She wanted this too much. Her body was on fire just from his firm touch on her breasts. Excitement, desire, shame and fear swamped her brain. They were all there, at war and fighting to see which emotion was strongest.
"Don't think, Hannah. Just obey and feel." His voice commanded as he tilted her head up to look at him. His eyes were compelling and her whole being swayed toward him.
"I won't call you Sir," she informed him, her voice holding a touch of defiance.
"We'll see." His lips twitched, his tone cocky and tormenting.
His mouth came down hard over hers and Hannah decided the war of her emotions was won. The shame and fear was still there, but desire and excitement were victorious.
*****
As Ryan looked into her eyes the dom in him jumped to the forefront. Her need,
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