His Every DesireBy: Chloe Cassidy
I just nodded my head.
"I need to hear you say it." Taylor removed the jacket of his expensive suit and placed it on a hanger. He unbuttoned his shirt at the wrists and collar. "I need to hear you say it," he repeated.
"Yes," I said.
"We need to get one thing out of the way first."
"What?" It was hard to talk. My mouth had gone dry.
"How old are you, Sandra McDermott?"
"That will do," he said.
Taylor unbuttoned the row of pearly white buttons down the front of his designer shirt, exposing the most beautiful torso I had ever seen. My panties would have been soaking wet if I had been wearing any.
His strong hands removed the shirt from his sculpted body. He looked like Michelangelo's statue of David in cashmere pants. I didn't bother trying to hide my interest as he knelt at my feet and spread my legs with his big hands.
"I have just one rule," he said. "No talking."
My skirt was not in the way as he parted my pussy lips with his fingers and drove his tongue directly under the hood of my clitoris. With exquisite skill, he found the place where the most nerve endings joined to create the most sensitive place on my body. I gasped and moaned. My hands were firmly attached to the bar above me, and I was helpless against his warm wet mouth.
"Your pussy tastes so good," he murmured into my thigh. His fingers shifted to probe my cunt. Two fingers, maybe three, entered inside me. He fucked me with his fingers in time with the firm, rhythmic pace of his tongue against my clitoris. I knew I was going to cum, but I couldn't tell him. I wasn't allowed to speak.
I groaned as his tongue and fingers coaxed an unimaginably intense orgasm from my body. My wrists pulled and strained against their restraints as my body convulsed. If I hadn't been fastened in an upright position, I believe I would have collapsed to the floor.
"Oh! My God!" The words escaped my lips without my bidding. He instantly stopped moving his fingers and tongue inside my pussy.
"I said, 'No talking,'" he admonished. He stalked to the giant desk and opened a drawer. I couldn't see from my vantage point, but I was willing to bet it was the third drawer from the top. He retrieved a couple of objects from the drawer and returned to the place where I was being held captive with my body still twitching from my orgasm.
"Here," he said soothingly. "This will help." He placed a hard rubber ball in my mouth, pushing it gently past my teeth. He fastened the ball gag behind my head. I couldn't utter a word of protest as he followed the gag with a soft silk blindfold over my eyes.
I couldn't see the other objects he had retrieved from the drawer, and I couldn't see what he was doing. I could tell that he was unbuttoning my blouse now. His big hands were hot on my shivering skin. He shoved my bra upward, letting my full breasts spill out the bottoms of the lacy cups.
His hot breath caressed my nipples. He sucked one of them into his mouth. I could feel the warm wetness of his tongue, and I could sense his teeth. He was gently nipping and biting at my breasts and nipples. It was exciting and terrifying. My pussy was so wet that I could feel the moisture creep along the insides of my thighs. I rocked forward on the balls of my feet, pressing my nipple deeper into his mouth.
"I'm the one in charge here, not you" he ordered. His lovely hot mouth left my breast. I heard an unfamiliar sound. It was almost like the jingling of coins. Taylor pinched each one of my nipples hard. When the pinching sensation didn't dissipate, I realized that he had fastened nipple clamps to my soft flesh. I couldn't protest from behind my ball gag, but I could feel a runner of drool slide down my face. My saliva was leaking from my open mouth.
Taylor put his hands on my waist and twisted me so that I was facing in the opposite direction. At least I think I was facing the opposite direction; I still couldn't see a thing. He pushed my skirt up further toward my waist, and I wondered if he was getting ready to fuck me from behind. Suddenly and without warning, he began to paddle my ass with what I could only presume was a wooden paddle.
I cried out against the gag in my mouth as the paddle hit my firm ass. I had no doubt that Taylor's hard work was raising the color red from my pale skin. As he continued to slap my ass with the hard object, my bouncing breasts fought against the nipple clamps. The exquisite combination of sensations was turning me on. I felt like I was ready to explode.
The paddling stopped as suddenly as it began. I almost missed it. I wiggled my ass and spread my legs, hoping it would give Taylor an idea of what to do next. I wanted him inside me so badly, and there was no way to let him know.
Just then, I heard a buzzing sound. It wasn't a vibrator. It was the intercom. I heard a soft click as Taylor pushed the button.