Ecstasy (8 page)

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Craig
was looking forward to his evening with Monica. It's been a long time since
they spent the night together all to themselves at home and he liked that
intimacy with her. It wasn't all about sex, although sex was great when it came
about. He remember someone saying that sex twice or three times a week was the
sign of a healthy relationship. Monica gave him sex at least once a day. Their
relationship was great so far or until recently, anyway.

He
didn't think her love for him changed or sunsetted somehow, but he couldn't
understand why she would tease him sexually so much lately. She knew damn well
he wanted her body and he proved it every day. Yet she would arouse every
sexual cell in him, she would bring him to the edges of splendid climatic
orgasms and then...then she would just stop. She would let him cool off for a
few minutes, then she'd work him over for another hour just to do it all over
again. And she knew how to do it with an almost diabolic accuracy. Once, she
brought him into the start of an orgasm just to squeeze his testicles as he was
about to come. It didn't hurt but it felt extraordinarily unpleasant and she
knew every bit of it.

She
knew the man's body but especially his body all too well and he knew that. He
recalled the endless nights they spent together in college, both naked in his
room with an anatomy book in their lap and a porn movie on their TV, studying
the human reproductive system and explaining to each other how to best get the
most out of each other's orgasms. He recalled the first time she swallowed his
sperm and the joy of satisfaction on her face. He recalled how he satisfied her
one night by licking her clit until she screamed so loud that the campus police
got called on them. He remembered all these things about her and he knew she
was dissatisfied with something. He just didn't know what and couldn't put his
finger on it.

The
lock turned and the door opened and Monica made her way in his apartment. She
sported a bottle of his preferred Gentleman Jack and he understood her message
well. It was going to be a hot night. 'I just hope she'll also take me down,
not just build me up,' he commented to himself.

"Well,
hello darling! I see you're more than ready for me," she exclaimed
happily.

"I
am always ready for you, dear, but you know that already. How was your
day?"

"It
wasn't bad. We have a conference tomorrow in
Sacramento
and
I have to go."

"For
how long?"

"About
three days. Do you want to come with me? You know, if you come you might just
get to cum," she smiled provocatively at him.

"We'll
see," he answered softly.

He
looked at her hands and admired her feminine fingers. The nails were as
impeccable as always and she maintained a light red shade of polish that she
knew it would drive him crazy. She knew his tastes and she knew everything
there was to be known about him. If his life was an open book to her, then his
most inner wishes were the library she read with great desire. His world was an
universe she enjoyed traveling each day and his thoughts were like planets she
liked to visit then and again.

She
wanted him to go with her to
Sacramento
for several reasons, most of which she
didn't care for him to know in advance.

"I
think you should come, baby. I know you've said you don't have to go to the
office this week, because you'll have to work on those oil projects. You can do
that in the hotel room when I'm in the conference in daytime. You'll be all
alone."

His
eyes rested firmly on her fingers as she sat next to him on the couch. She
silenced the TV and turned to him.

"Did
you hear a single word I said, darling?"

He
seemed suddenly awakened from his dreams.

"Hm?
Oh, yeah, darling. We'll see," he reiterated as he gently placed his index
on her right hand and caressed it slowly, working his way to her fingers.

"Oh,
yeah, right. We'll leave here at
10
am
. The conference is not
until
2 pm
there and we have plenty of time to drive."

"Drive?"
he asked suddenly as the question seemingly surprised him. "You know I
don't like to ride in the car unless I drive."

"But
baby! You can drive! In fact, you can
drive me
, too and you know what I
mean!" she said as she leaned over and kissed his neck. His body suddenly
remembered she took him to the edge of ecstasy a night before, just to let him
'suffer' the pits of sexual denial and disappointment in the end. He did
everything he could to have her finish him off short of begging her, but to no
avail. She put him to sleep by taking him into her arms and holding him with
love. Yes, he needed her love but he also needed her to take care of his
masculine needs, just as he was taking care of her. She signed up for that
carnal obligation when she started dating him.

"Are
you going to drive me mindless with orgasmic wishes like you did last
night?" he asked protectively.

"Hmmm.
Did you not like it? Not everything must end with my face, mouth, ass, or hand
full of your sperm, darling. There are other ways to pleasure.'

"Some
guys would call that cruel femdom, you know...' he objected weakly, but as he
did so, her hand already pulled down his shorts and was working his cock.

"Perhaps,
but it's worth the while. You'll see," she answered as she took all his
meat in her mouth. Soon he was hard as an oak and felt the blood in his veins
boil over like a river of hot lava flowing on the sides of a volcano.

She
took her time to taste him, making sure he didn't get too far.

"I'd
love to see your eyes while you do that," he whispered to her.

She
knew exactly what he was doing, because she knew he loved her eyes. He loved to
see her face while her mouth was full of his cock and she remembered she
finished him off many times that way.

Her
head lifted gently from his cock and she let her right hand take over it.
Slowly, her right index started working the head of his cock while she looked
deeply into his eyes. Craig closed his eyes briefly and she knew this was a
good time for her to slow down. He opened his eyes again and was about to
object, when she put her left index on his lips.

"Let
me be a woman tonight, baby!"

"I
never stop you from being just that, do I?"

"No,
you do not. But I want to be
the
woman tonight. I want to be the one who
runs this show and there's no room for a second boss here," she said to
him while looking in his eyes. She grabbed the base of his cock with her left
hand while licking her right finger and then put it in his mouth.

He
sucked on it hungrily and felt the impulse of taking her body and just fucking
it. She read his mind better than he cared for it.

"Don't
even think about raising your arms. Just.... take it like a man. I want your
cock tonight. Let me have
it
. Let me have it without resistance,
darling."

The
sunset threw the last rays of the day over the room and they could see each
other's face; his was a face of hungry desire for orgasmic pleasure, but not
just any pleasure. He wanted pleasure from
her
, yet his body could only
take so much arousal from her. Monica's face gleamed full of ecstatic pleasure
as she delivered her man into the throngs of almost unbearable sexual need. It
was almost demonic of her, yet she knew what she wanted from her man.

She
let her index do the work. His body began to thrust slowly upward and as he did
so, her hand would follow the length of his cock. He watched her finger work
his head while her other hand caressed his balls. His breath got shorter and
his face convulsed with the expectation and desire of a climax.

Slowly,
she let her finger caress the length of his cock toward his balls and she
massaged his scrotum with both hands.

"You
didn't like that at all, did you baby?"

"Pleeease
don't tell me you're going to stop here, Monica!" he almost begged of her.

"Everything
has a reason, baby."

"Oh,
come on!"

"Trust
me. Do you trust me?"

He
closed his eyes and breathed out heavily.

"I
do," he consented and she got up.

"You
need a drink. So do I. I'll go fix us one."

He
was looking at the ceiling when she came back. His eyes were fixed on a spot
and seemed interested in nothing more than that.

"Monica?"

"Yes,
baby?"

"You
know that prohibition stimulates desire, don't you darling?"

Her
lips puckered and showed a slight smile.

"I
know, darling. I do. Now, drink this. You're going to need it tonight,"
and as he grabbed for the glass her lips wrapped once again around his cock. He
felt a bit like a fool for falling for her trick, but soon his cock was too
throbbing to think about anything else. His world was about to change.

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Lisa's
evening could have been better. With nothing to do in particular, she decided
to look a little deeper into the Halliburton purchase of the Southern Slope
grounds. It irked her beyond belief that she couldn't get a straight answer to
the whole thing. The idea that an oil giant like Halliburton would chance the
liabilities of a competitor's subsidiary just for three or four wells didn't
jive too good with her. It didn't make economic sense and she smelled a rat
from far away.

As
she scoured through the docs Lisa realized that the wells must pay a lot more
than the liability of the damages done by BP in the area, if there were any.
That much was clear to her, but what didn't make sense was the BP's ready
willingness to depart with the wells. If the liability risk was less than the
pumps would put out, then why would BP lend or lease them out to Halliburton?
Why wouldn't they keep them for themselves? Obviously, there was a lot more to
the issue than what met the eye.

Lisa
remembered that BP lied to Congress about the amount of oil that gushed out of
the Deepwater Horizon disaster and the campaign the company mounted to hide
those numbers. She knew that Halliburton was not exactly clean-handed either,
but the record was much better on the American side.

Carl
did all he could to keep Lisa happy and not only in bed. He strived to keep her
off his back at work and he figured out the sooner he satisfied her demands,
the better off he was. So, to comply with her wishes he produced the documents
he obtained from a source of his own earlier in the week. The documents suppose
to indicate something amiss but hard as she tried, Lisa just couldn't make out
the 'something'. Carl did tell her the documents required engineering knowledge
but Lisa, ever the stubborn woman, would not let such little things get in her
way.

Time
slipped by slowly and with no hopes in sight, Lisa reluctantly and tacitly
agreed with Carl. 'This is really above my pay rate. But I will never let him
know. Never mind that now. Who could read these damned things for me? Why do
these engineers make it so difficult to read a simple document?' she muttered
angrily and shut off her computer. She had to find someone who could make sense
of them.

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Craig
made his way out of the bed and walked to the shower. The coffee was brewing in
the kitchen and he could hear it all the way across the apartment. He needed
the coffee. His mind didn't seem to engage until well caffeinated and his body
only followed his mind. No cold shower could set him straight or wake him up to
any kind of functional level like coffee would.

He
turned on the water and was about to get in the shower when Monica walked in.
Naked and with the allure of a goddess, her body looked like she was the 'right
stuff' for him. 'This is why life is worth living,' he said to himself as he
saw her.

"You
don't mind us showering together, baby, do you?" she asked with a big
smile on her face.

"Oh.
Not at all. Not so long as you don't...'

"Don't
what, darling?' she asked looking at him innocently as he decided to brush his
teeth first. Handicapped by the brush, he just winked at her and she
understood. She walked behind him like a cat and they both looked at each other
in the mirror. He didn't have to wait too long to get the answer to his
question. Her arms wrapped around him and as she looked into his eyes in the
mirror, she took full control of his cock.

"I
bet you'd like a 'conclusion' for your cock, wouldn't you?" she said
smilingly.

"I
wouldn't mind it at all," he mumbled through the toothpaste. "The
question is whether you'll deliver, honey."

"Hmmm,
well, let me see. I'll tell you in a few minutes," she answered with a
smirk on her face. His cock was already throbbing in her hand and she was
stroking it with confidence. "Perhaps she'll have mercy on me this
morning,' he quipped to himself as his breath was getting heavier. He dropped
the brush in the sink and put his arms behind him to embrace her. She let him
enjoy her body with natural ease and she kissed his neck, then his right
shoulder, then his ear.

Craig
seemed to melt in her hands and didn't know how much more he could stand up. He
felt the energy slowly going out of his body and quietly hoped she would just
finish him. It had been four days since his last orgasm and she knew it.

"Ah,
no, no, no, no, baby! Not yet! Remember! Trust me!' Her words had the effect of
a cold shower on him and as she slowed her stroke, he turned around, picked her
up, put her on the sink and spread her legs. She watched his tightening face as
he did so and let his head just slightly penetrate her clit. She gasped for air
and wanted to let him go all the way in and let him have his way with her, but
she remembered her plan. With a gentle move and much regret, she pushed him
back out of her.

"I
don't want you to cum yet, baby. Not yet. Not now. Especially now,
darling."

Craig
heeded her wish and his head rested on her right shoulder.

"Honey,
I can't take it much more," he begged. "I am almost hurting. I need
an orgasm. Please!"

"I
know, darling and you'll get it soon. I promise," she whispered in his ear
as she hugged him. She took his head by the cheeks in both of her palms and
looked into his eyes.

"Now,
be a good boy and go down on me. Do it like you mean it!"

"Who
am I to say 'no'?" He asked mostly for himself and started voraciously
sucking on her breasts on his way down to her clit. Monica moaned under the
power of his tongue and her body started to shake with pleasure. He was the
only man she ever knew to give her such immense pleasure. His spearing tongue
penetrated her flesh and her depths reveled delightfully at his twitches. She
wished she could let him drown his meat in her volcanic midriff and could
hardly resist it. Yet his tongue made sure she needed not worry anymore. He
cupped his hands on her ass and buried his face in her pussy while pressing
against her pulsing flesh. Her mind was long clouded by his addictive licks and
her clitoris climbed new heights of avid pleasure. She growl a couple of
orgasms and let loose a flow of her warm juices over his face. Her head jerked
back and she thought for a second how weak and vulnerable to him she was right
then. If he'd only knew it, he could have gotten himself off right then as her
orgasmic stage drained her of energy. It was the Monica he knew.

The
coffee cup steamed under his nostrils and Craig took his time smelling it. It
was one of his few great enjoyments in life and he loved it.

Monica
made her way in the kitchen and her dress was impeccable. The blue knee-long
dress with a white collared shirt and medium heels gave the sense of a woman who
knew and meant business while her sensual side permeated through her entire
being.

"Here
you go, honey." He handed her coffee, fixed just the way she liked it. A
teaspoon of whole milk with a touch of hazelnut.

"Thanks,
baby. Sooooo.... I will make sure to take good care of you today, but you must
come with me to
Sacramento
. That's not negotiable. So, go get dressed
as soon as you finish your coffee, please."

Craig's
body needed her more than ever, but his love for her wielded far more power
over him and he made her wishes his commands. She was careful not to ask too
many of them but when she did, he followed them obediently.

"Yes,
Ma'am," he agreed, sipped a bit more of his coffee and walked in the
bedroom. Soon they were on the Interstate.