SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (75 page)

There was a moment there that I had undressed him with my eyes and maybe that was his way of using a different form of seduction. He was using the ambience and the atmosphere around us to make me more complacent to his requests. At first, I felt a little overwhelmed, but then I decided to let the business woman in me take over.

I couldn’t help, but to notice that he was staring at my chest and I have to admit that god did bless me in that department. I tend to unbutton the first couple of buttons, just to make a man look at me. It didn’t matter if it was in the courtroom or in the boardroom; I always had a way to turn the advantage my way.

I had the Primavera and it wasn’t as good as I made, but it was very close. When the dessert arrived, we had gone over five pages of the fifty page document. He was being reasonable, but he was also trying to get his way.

The dessert was this cherry tart that melted in my mouth. If there was chocolate combined, then I probably wouldn’t have a need for sex. Wait, I was thinking about sex and in that scenario, I could see Mr. Young in a more personal way. I stripped away all of his pretenses and his clothes in that order and I could envision him in his birthday suit.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted that you are staring at me, Vivian. This was the first time that he had used my first name and I didn’t even know that we were on a first name basis. “I will admit that your unwillingness to take a bribe was not something that I was expecting. Everything about you is different than what I imagined. I thought that since you were this one woman army that you would be willing to play ball. I was a little disappointed, but I was also quite aroused.” This came out of left field and it was, so casual that it almost seemed natural. “I find you very desirable and I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment that I got a whiff of your perfume.”

“Um, I can’t say that I’m not flattered, but I don’t think it’s a good idea that we mix business with pleasure. I was actually thinking it was a great idea and I knew that I had one in the chamber that needed to be released. I hadn’t had sex in over three months and there’s just so much that I could do with my fingers and well placed toys

I felt his foot grazing my leg and I could’ve stopped him, but I didn’t want to. I felt this catch in my throat and I touched my neck to feel the heat that was being generated between the two of us. I was flushed, my hands clammy and I was feeling quite uncomfortable in my own skin.

“I think that we can table these contract discussions until tomorrow.” The temperature had risen and it wasn’t because anybody had touched the thermostat. “I like you and you’re unlike anybody that I’ve ever been with. Women tend to submit to me and you can imagine how old that can get. I get the sense that you can give as good as you get and that is quite intriguing. It might be just you’re sensual eyes talking, but I see you, as a sexual creature that can’t be tamed.” His blue eyes were piercing and I felt completely overpowered by the physical presence of the man.

“I don’t know what to say and I’ve never even imagined that we could have more than a professional relationship. I guess it’s true about strange bedfellows.” I was playing his game. I was touching his hand and I was circling the back of it with my thumb. This seemed to give him the green light to go further than he already had. He had taken off his shoe and was now using his feet to push up along my pant leg. This was when I wished that I had changed and put on something a little bit more accessible.

“I think that we should take this to my penthouse. We can have a drink and look at the stars on my balcony. Whatever happens from there is between two consenting adults. If you haven’t guessed it, Vivian, I’m saying that I would like to sleep with you. I won’t put any pressure on you, but I think that you’re feeling the same thing.”

Chapter three

We were in the elevator and he was standing beside me and that he was standing behind me and then his hands were on my shoulders. I felt him kneading the muscle and I was feeling very relaxed and ready to explore just about anything. One hand moved down to the small of my back and that had always been a secret erogenous zone for me. I made this involuntary moan and I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to. He was making me very susceptible. My body was now telling me that there was no way that I could go home with a specimen of man like that ready to be devoured.

He moved those hands around the front and I could see them underneath my white blouse. He was cupping my breasts and giving them a healthy squeeze. He pulled down the cups, so that he could reach my eraser point nipples.

“I don’t think that we should…”

“Vivian, I think we should and I think that we’re gonna. There’s no reason to be nervous. Just let it happen and stop thinking about it.” He was making a valid argument and I could feel the pressure of his package pressed up against my backside. I began to rub up and down against it, essentially making my panties moist to the touch. My slit was going to be, so fucking wet that there would be practically no resistance.

I’d never even considered doing it in an elevator, but now that he had broached the topic, I could see something very sensual about doing it in a semi public place. I swallowed hard, as he began to insinuate his fingers into the waistband of my pants. I looked down to see that he had undone the button and was now unzipping me. He didn’t pull my pants down, but he did allow his fingers to do the walking.

I felt them slinking into my virginal lace white panties. I pushed my head back against his shoulder and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure that he was inflicting on me. There was definitely a chemical reaction happening here. When he touched my slit, I almost felt like my legs were going to buckle out from underneath me.

“That’s it; let me make you feel good.” I was feeling a lot more than good. When he entered me with that first finger, I thought that I was going to pass out completely.

“Damn it, I don’t wanna be a bad girl, but it feels too good to make you stop.” My voice was raspy and I could feel his oversexed state behind me. It was a wonder that he was able to keep it in his pants.

“I want you to cum all over my fingers. I want to feel your cream and I want you to know that I was responsible for giving you that kind of pleasure. You want that to and it doesn’t matter how much you fight it. Business is business, but this has nothing to do with business. This is all about you and I finding a bit of pleasure in a world of chaos.” He was whispering into my ear and I had reached back to find that he was not content with his cock trapped in his pants. He had released the 8 inch serpent and I was able to wrap my fingers around that heated flesh and give it some tentative strokes.

“I want to cum… I want to cum, so badly that I can taste it in the air. Give me that first orgasm and I will be your slave for life.” I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth and then he touched me in the very spot that opened up the floodgates “AHHHHHHHHH.” I was pulling at his tool and that love muscle was drooling something fierce down the sides. He was obviously getting a lot out of finger fucking me and he wasn’t the only one. My climax was enough to make me see stars. I trembled to his touch and I was completely powerless to do anything. It was an amazing feeling to let myself feel again.

He didn’t stop and he was now using his finger in a corkscrew formation to find my g spot. I didn’t think it was even possible that I could have a multiple climax without the vibration of my 8 inch Elvis plumbing my depths. He had proven me wrong, but this time I beared down on my knuckle with my teeth. My moans were captured and stifled, but the intensity of that climax was unlike anything that I’ve ever had.

He had his hands wrapped around my waist to prevent me from falling to the floor. I needed a few moments to catch my breath.

“If I hadn’t witnessed that with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. You were very responsive, Vivian. If you don’t mind me saying so, you’re also delicious.” I turned my hazy vision towards his face and saw that he was sucking his finger. He was making this face that could only be described as bliss. I bit my bottom lip and I knew that this was just a prelude to better things to come.

He had somehow stayed the course and I could see and feel for myself that his rampant state needed its own release. I don’t usually find myself in this position, but I slumped to the floor to see what I was working with up close and personal. It was magnificent and if I could envision the perfect cock, then he would have it. It was thick and enough so that I could barely wrap my fingers around the entire thing. The knob was flared and this was the first time that I’ve ever seen a white one. I was mesmerized and I couldn’t get over the differences in contrast in our skin color.

He allowed me to explore, touching him inappropriately, but also knowing that he was never going to complain about anything that I did. I licked the tip and felt it jerk and move with a life of its own. I held his balls and I knew that they were overflowing and that sooner or later that pressure would have to be relieved in some way.

It had this slight curve and it made me take a breath, knowing full well what that would feel like inside me. I hadn’t found many like him, but those that I did had made their mark. It was those that I kept in a black book and I would call upon it when I was in need. Three months had been a long time and I was close to using those resources. I didn’t want to be too anxious, because they might see that as more than what it is. I just wanted a booty call. I wanted no strings attached with them leaving right after we were finished.

“I love what you’re doing, Vivian, but maybe this can wait, until we get back to my room.” He’d taken me out of my comfort zone, so I thought it was fair that I do the same thing in return. I slipped my red coated lips over the crown and I felt the spongy head on my tongue. I continued the forward motion, until it was tapping at my throat.

To excite me further, I had reached below me and started to play with myself. It was just enough to make me want to complete what I started.

“Your mouth is fucking hot.” He was a man of few words, but all the blood was now rushing to a certain little head. He was now in my house and this was where I was most comfortable. I would have to really like the man to do this.  I could play a man like a musical instrument and make music that would be on the top 40. I started off with just light licks at the top and this of course elicited more of that sticky syrup. I tasted it and I had to admit that there was no bitterness. It was not strong and that had to be a testament to how he was treating his body like a temple.

I took it out, until just the head remained and then I dove down with an insistence that came quite by surprise. He grabbed onto the back of the elevator, as I heard him moan and call out my name. “Damn it, Vivian.” I don’t think he realized just what he was getting himself into, but he was about to find out. He was leaking profusely across my tongue and I used that, as a special lube to slide his way into my throat. I left him there and I wanted him to feel completely powerless and unable to stop himself from going over the edge.

I saw that his legs were shaking and that his hips were involuntarily pushing up against my face. I was deepthroating him and 8 inches is not an easy thing to make disappear. I’ve been down this road a few times and each time was even better than the last. I got a good rhythm going and I even put my hand into play. His breathing was getting erratic and I could tell that it wouldn’t be long before he gave me my just desserts. The creamy center was mine, but then I had a better idea.

I pulled completely away, leaving him stunned and looking at me like he couldn’t believe that I was actually stopping what I had started. It was amazing to see the color of his knob changing from an angry purple back to the pink flesh tone that I had come to know and love. He tried to grab for my head, but I dodged his advances and stood up.

“You can’t be serious.” I glanced behind me and I smiled. I hit the elevator button and it continued to climb, as I heard him cursing underneath his breath. There wasn’t much left to say and his frustration was quite evident by the way that he couldn’t stand still.

Chapter four

When the door opened on his penthouse, I walked in and immediately went towards the balcony. He had promised me a view that was going to be to die for and he did not disappoint. I felt the cool air caress my skin and I felt a little like myself again. I’d lost it there for a moment, but I was able to pull myself back before I did anything that I would regret.

“I can’t believe that you did that. What a bitch.” I wasn’t expecting him to say that, but apparently he didn’t have a filter and had no problems speaking his mind. “Nobody has ever done that before and I’m not sure I want to have it done again. You have no idea how hot I am for you.” He was nuzzling my neck and he turned his hand around in front of me, so that he could hand me a flute of champagne. I took a sip, as he became quite amorous.

“Toby, if you think that I’m a tease, then you’re right. I find it interesting to make men boil inside and then leave him simmering on a slow heat. You’ll thank me and you may not think so, but you will.” He was reigniting that ember that he had fanned into a flame in the elevator. The back of my neck is very sensitive and add to the fact that he was pitching at my nipples through the cloth material of my blouse and it was all that I could do not to jump into his arms.

I reached down and unsnapped the bra that I was wearing. I pulled it free from my blouse and tossed it over the railing and watched it float down into traffic. It would be interesting to know who it would end up with.