Taken by the Tycoon (7 page)

They enjoyed a brief foray into the casino downstairs where Stuart taught her how to play craps. She loved all the hoop-la that surrounded the game, and she made a few pulls at the slots for good measure. The bright lights, bells, and wild cartoons on the machines entranced Violet. Her favorite one was “Swampland Honeys.” Scary alligators, adorable frogs, and buxom babes frolicked along the sides of the game illustrating its theme.

But none of the casino’s alluring diversions compared with the gambling Violet did with her heart. Each day she spent with Stuart she fell more and more under his spell. She swore the man could charm the knickers off a nun. But now it was more than sex. The man had burrowed his way into her life and her heart.

The water in the bathroom stopped running. He’d be coming out any minute now. Thrilled to have a front row seat, Violet kicked her legs lazily in the air, anticipating the show.

Stuart stepped through the bathroom door, hair dripped water down his body, falling on the towel that hugged his waist. Not carrying an extra ounce of fat, his lean, muscular frame was strong, but not bulky. His wet hair made him look even younger, giving Violet a pang of something. Perhaps guilt? He reminded her of her daughter’s friends at the pool, and it felt strange. Shouldn’t she be with a man her own age? Stuart might want to have children and she was on the verge of menopause according to Minnie.

She tried to squash the negative thoughts, telling herself she was here with Stuart, he was her lover, and she adored him.

“Are you being a good girl out here?” he asked. His hard-core dom demeanor had become something he brought out in the bedroom rather than being a constant in their relationship. It remained a large part of their sexual interaction, but their relationship had developed beyond the bedroom as well and Violet believed he respected her opinions about things, and that was important to her.

“I am.” She nibbled her bottom lip.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said more seriously. “Look at you. What a little slut you are! You’re thinking filthy thoughts in that dirty mind of yours right now.”

Violet felt her cheeks blush slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she sputtered indignantly.

“What were you thinking about just then? C’mon. Tell me.” He sat down on the bed next to her. Beads of water on his shoulders glistened against his perfect skin, and she wanted to run her tongue across the droplets and suck them into her mouth.

“I was thinking how glad I am that you’re here with me. But can you really take time away from work like this?”

He removed the towel slowly, his eyes glued to hers. Lifting a brow, he asked, “Does it bother you that I’m playing hooky?”

“No… I just wondered.”

His impulsive nature only added to his boyish charm, yet she wasn’t sure how responsible it was to run off on a vacation in the middle of the week. It was decadent and fun, but slightly unsettling. She still needed to find another sponsor for her charity.

He approached the bed, his cock erect, the tip slick with silky precum. He poked her cheek with it playfully. She rose onto her elbows and took it into her mouth. She worked him between her lips, cupping his balls with her hand.

Stuart groaned, and she loved that she had such a powerful effect on him. It made her feel amazing that a handsome young stud like him found her attractive. His erection was a massive compliment to her ego.

Violet embraced the sensuality of pleasing him and put all her energy into the act. She pretended her throat was her cunt getting fucked, and she got so excited that she was near orgasm just from giving him head. Oral sex had never gotten her this worked up before, but sex with Stuart was different. They were so open and honest with each other; she’d lost almost all her embarrassment and learned to be transparent in her desires and reactions.

He leaned over and pinched one of her nipples, making her groan. That was all it took for Violet to start heading down the path towards climax. She moaned louder and squirmed under his grip. As though he sensed her excitement intensifying, he took over control and began fucking her face with his cock.

“Srgoingtcm!” Violet tried to speak but it came out a garbled mess because her mouth was occupied.

“Are you okay? I don’t want to choke you.” Stuart pulled out of her mouth, concerned.

“Yeah, I thought I was going to come if you kept doing that,” she said, gulping in air.

He laughed, “That makes two of us!”

She laughed too. “You can be a cruel master,” she teased.

“You think so? You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said with a sparkle in his eye.

Standing beside the bed, he pulled her into a kneeling position and took her face in his hands. He looked into her eyes, and kissed her intently, taking her breath away.

“Mmm. Stuart,” She draped her arms around him and kissed him back.

His hands roamed over her curves, exploring the place where her waist and hips met. He moved down to the small of her back, caressing her round bottom then her thighs before he brought his hands back up to her face.

“You are a goddess to me, Violet,” he whispered.

“Lie down with your head hanging off the bed here.” He pointed. “Do as I tell you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said saucily.

He stood, hovered over her beside the bed. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Violet obeyed, and Stuart fed her his cock slowly, inch by inch, until touched the back of her throat. From there he thrust in and out past her gag reflex. He pulled out long enough to allow her to breathe. With him on top of her, in this helpless position, she was at his mercy.

Violet felt a twinge of panic, but she willed herself to remain calm. She trusted him, and she knew that it was experiences like these that deepened their bond. As he thrust into her mouth, Violet was torn between focusing on the sensual pleasures of swallowing him, and trying to breathe. All of a sudden her clit lit up as he licked, nipped, and prodded her lower lips.

Heavens! More sensations to contend with.

Stuart finger-banged her pussy at the same time she choked on his cock.
Oh yes. This is pure torture.
The delicious kind.

Violet jumped and squirmed, tried to scream and flailed her arms, wishing he would stop assailing her private parts, but her protests went unanswered. Stuart continued to face fuck her and devour her pussy at the same time, nibbling on her as if she were his last meal.

When she began to kick, he merely asked, “Is there a problem? Do I need to tie your feet to your wrists?”

Violet nodded vigorously.

He smacked his forehead as though he were a dunce. “Duh, I’d forgotten you
like
bondage. That would not be a punishment for you. Never mind.”

He slowly removed his cock from her mouth. “Fine. You know you can be such a brat?” She nodded, wiping her face.

As if he reading her mind, he said, “Oh, you look a mess, but that’s how a good little cocksucker should look,” he said with a devilish grin. “Now, stay in that position and open your legs.”

Oh dear. What did he have in store for her now?

“You didn’t let me finish so you are going to get a spanking,” he said.

Violet twisted to give him access to her ass, but Stuart held a hand out to stop her. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere.” At first she didn’t get it. He had said spanking… but he had told her twice now not to change position. She lay on her back and he’d told her to spread her legs. Dread started to crawl up her body now. Oh no. He was going to spank her pussy!

Too stunned to utter a protest, Violet stayed still with her legs spread. It seemed like a dream as he reached his arm up over his head and smacked her right on the labia. It hurt, but to be honest it didn’t hurt as badly as she feared it would. A tiny spark of pleasure accompanied each sting to her flesh. He popped her several more times, and she thought they were finished. She survived. Proud of herself, she smiled at him.

“We’re not done,” he said. “Spread those pussy lips so I can spank that little clit.”

“Really?” she asked incredulously.

“Oh yeah,” he said firmly.

Nervously, she took two fingers and spread her lips apart to give him better access to her most sensitive button. Her clit was already throbbing from the attention he’d given her while he had his cock down her throat, and she tensed in anticipation.

“No, both hands,” Stuart instructed her, placing both of her hands on each side of her pussy, spreading her lips open for him. “That gives me a better target, darlin’.” He smiled as he slapped her already rosy-red cunt.

“Oh-ho-ho!” Violet screamed out, her hot little clit gleamed as she flinched.

“Be still,” Stuart ordered.

“Okay,” she whimpered.

“Keep those legs spread. How are you supposed to address me?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I want you to count down from ten with each stroke. Do you understand me?” he asked. “We will do nine more.”

“Yes, sir.”

After the next smack, she called out, “nine.”

Thwack
went his hand on her pussy.

“Eight.” She exhaled a little puff of air with her utterance.

“Good girl,” he encouraged and swatted her again.

“Seven,” she said through gritted teeth.

Whack!

“Six.” Counting kept her mind busy and helped distract her from the pain.

Smack!

“Ooh Five!” This came out as almost a shriek. Her clit felt like it was on fire.

Fwap!

“FOUR!” She wriggled under him.

“Hold still. You’re doing fine. We’re almost done.” He said before swatting her again.

“THREE!” Her poor pussy felt swollen by now.

Thwack!

“Two,” she groaned.

Smack!

“One, thank you, sir.” She lolled her head to the side, grateful he had stopped, but eager for him to help relieve her pain. As if reading her mind, Stuart folded her into his arms, kissed her deeply, and probed between her legs with his fingers. Her poor little cunt was dripping wet and hot as Hades from the spanking.

He took her by the legs and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Standing along the side, he kissed and caressed her right leg from thigh to ankle. Then he began to massage her foot, pressing his fingers into the curves between her toes, kneading her heel, and finally, sending waves of delicious relaxation through her body as he worked her arch. When he was finished with that leg he hooked it around his waist. Then he took her left leg and gave it the same sensual treatment before hooking it behind his waist.

He grabbed her hips and entered her in one swift motion. She was already so wet that he was able to travel deep inside her upon the first thrust. A small cry erupted from her throat, and she lost her breath for a second. Already in a daze from all he’d done to her, she threw her head back and her body shook as shimmers of pleasure washed over her. Stuart held her hips tightly and rode out the waves of her orgasm as her muscles squeezed his cock.

As he resumed fucking her, he bent his head and took her right breast in his mouth. His tongue licked and sucked her pebbled nipple, making Violet buck hard underneath him. Stuart bit down, and Violet urged him on, tangling her fingers in his golden mop of hair.

He used his teeth on her swollen bud, biting gently at first, then with more pressure. All the while he continued thrusting inside her. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Her head spun and her orgasms were coming constantly now, ripples of ecstasy rolling one over the other like rainbow-colored breakers crashing in the sea. She arched her back and lolled her head to the side, lost in a world consisting exclusively of bliss.

When her body wound down, she opened her eyes to see Stuart’s handsome face, a mask of concentrated passion. Held up by his muscular arms, hips still pumped into her and his gaze met hers.

“Wow! That was incredible,” she said.

He chuckled and lifted a brow. “Should you thank me for fucking you?”

She laughed. “Yes. Thank you for fucking me. By the way, how long are you going to keep fucking me, my young stud?”

“As long as I want, and you are going to take it,” he said, withdrawing then setting her legs back onto the bed. He climbed atop her, covering her nakedness with the length of his body.

“Oooh, that sounds ominous,” she said playfully.

“Oh, it is,” he said, grazing her face with kisses. He bit down on her earlobe and the wetness of his tongue invaded her ear. A warm tingle swept over her skin.

He ran his hands over her forearms, took hold of her wrists, and brought them over her head. He clasped them together in one of his large hands, trapping her beneath him. Stuart might have been younger than she was, but he was much stronger, much more powerful. He hovered at the edge of her opening, teasing her. She squirmed, hungry for more. He entered her again, fucking her with more force this time.

She realized he was right. She was trapped beneath him and there was nothing she could do about it. As if to prove the point, he picked up his pace. Violet cried out. Damn he was strong. It felt like she was being fucked by a machine rather than a man.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Her body had to fight back not to get slung off the bed, a sexy wrestling match of sorts.

“Okay. You let me know if you’re not,” he said, worry lines forming on his forehead.

“I
like
it, it’s just I can’t believe that you can fuck like that. I mean, it hurts, but it feels incredible at the same time. I don’t know how to explain it. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”

He smiled hungrily. He took her by the shoulders and pulled her torso even deeper onto his cock. She whimpered, but he kept fucking her. He impaled her pussy, over and over again and though it surprised her, her body continued to enjoy it.

“I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop,” he told her. “And then I’m going to fuck you some more.”

Violet squealed at his words. She knew he really would stop if she used her safeword, but the idea of being helpless, subject to his will, drove her mad with desire and she was ready to come again. Wrapping her legs around his back, she ground her pelvis against his. His long, deep strokes buried him inside her, each breach hitting her back wall hard.