His breath hit the back of her neck, a heavy wind against her fragile sails. Her skin reacted to his close proximity, smooth planes transformed into stubbly gooseflesh. She clamped her eyes shut as she tried to block out his presence.
“Danny, please...” she started, barely a whisper passing her lips.
He brought his hand to her shoulder, calloused fingertips finding her naked neck, stroking her silky skin in an attempt to calm and reassure.
“Relax Olivia, just relax,” he spoke softly against her ear as he closed in even more, his breath tickling her lobe.
Moments passed in deafening silence as they stood in the darkness of her living room, only the lamplight from the street outside casting a dim glow throughout the space. Their space. A shudder rippled through her body as he exhaled deeply behind her, brushing across her senses like an errant autumn wind.
Shaking her head again she spoke quietly, suddenly overcome with shyness and inhibition, “you don’t understand,” she began before pausing against the darkness once more.
“Understand what Olivia?” He growled against her ear, “tell me...talk to me...help me understand. Just...just relax.”
“That’s just it Danny,” Olivia started, her voice strengthening slightly in her agitated state, “I can’t relax...I can never relax! All day we’re expected to exercise control and restraint in every situation we face. I’m sick of it Dan, I’ve had enough. I’m cracking. I need to crack,” she admitted dejectedly, “I want to crack,” her last words uttered so quietly that he wasn’t sure she’d spoken them at all.
Gripping her shoulders firmly with both hands he spun her around to face him, inhaling sharply at the pained expression etched upon her face. He lifted her chin gently with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze as he tried to convey with looks alone that she could trust him implicitly.
With her eyes closed she spoke, telling him what he’d been trying to coax from her ever since they had left the office earlier that evening.
“Sometimes I’d like to let loose Danny, to not be so controlled and guarded,” she looked directly at him, hoping he’d understand the connotations of her words.
A deep sigh sounded from her throat, “Just once I’d like to not have to think or restrain my feelings or even be in control of myself...for once I’d like to lose control...to be controlled. To just feel. Just feel and nothing else.”
Silence filled the air as he processed her words. Brushing a stray hair from her eyes he locked his gaze on hers.
“Liv, do you trust me?” He asked, hoping that she would accept t his offer of help.
She nodded shyly, “with my life,” the words escaping on a whispered breath.
Moving closer again he ran a hand across her cheek, drawing his fingers gently over her skin before grazing her tender lips, red and plump with confused desire, “then trust me now, trust me tonight with you...with your body.”
He stepped back and looked at her hesitantly, assessing her reaction to his request. He watched as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth nervously, his heart rate increasing slightly at the sight. She refused to meet his gaze so he forced his hands to leave her face, dropping them to his sides and he ventured into her kitchen, giving her a few moments reprieve to consider his offer.
Taking a glass, he filled it with ice from her freezer before grabbing a bottle of liquor from her cabinet. He took a moment to compose himself before he ventured back into the living room. With his eyes closed he took stock of the situation; Olivia. His colleague. His friend. She had just confessed a pressing need...an intimate pressing need that he had vowed to assist with.
She watched him intently as he worked; pouring the amber liquid enticingly over the large cubes of ice nestled snugly in the bottom of the glass.
He held the glass out to her, “drink it” he commanded. He stepped closer, lifting the glass to her lips, the cold rim soothing her hot flesh with its chill. Tilting it to her mouth he watched her sip, mesmerised by the pulse of her throat as the liquid travelled into her depths. He quickly refilled the drained glass and repeated the action, with Olivia hesitantly consuming another tumbler of whisky.
Olivia felt the burn in her throat as the alcohol worked its magic, with her inhibitions drifting away and setting her soul free to enjoy the evening about to unfold. As the last of the nectar slid down her throat Olivia’s gaze drifted back to Danny’s, his hypnotising eyes staring back at her with lustful longing.
He stood before her, hard and stoic, a scrutinising glare as though a statue of grandeur. Their breathing began to synchronise as they faced each other, foreheads resting tenderly against each other’s whilst lips itched to get closer still. Her eyes fluttered as they closed in anticipation, lips tingling with expectation.
“Turn around,” he said, a low growl crawling from his chest. Her eyes widened in momentary panic before she acquiesced and did as he asked.
Grabbing the hem of her black cotton tee he dragged it slowly up her body and over her head. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he caught sight of her flesh for the first time. Willing himself to remain calm, he reminded himself that this wasn’t about him, but about her. He made quick work of her bra; a cute black lacy number. He unclasped it from the back before sliding the constrictive garment along her arms and down onto the floor.
He exhaled deeply as he watched her reaction to his work; her head bowing to the floor in submission. Again he reminded himself, tonight wasn’t about him, it was about her. Her needs. Her desires. Regardless of whether it was transforming into a rather explicit fantasy of his own.
Stepping closer he placed his hands on her waist, resting them easily against the curve of her hips, “you okay?”
She jolted as he spoke, the hairs on her neck rising in response to his proximity. Unable to speak, whether through fear or arousal, she simply offered another silent nod. She was okay, more than okay. Eager even she thought to herself.
“Then go to your room Liv, undo your pants and lie face down on the bed,” he ordered, stern and dominant. Olivia felt her insides clench, a dull throb beginning to well between her thighs at his command.
He paused at the doorway to drink in the sight before him. There she was, half naked on the bed, burnt caramel locks fanned across her pillow, the slender column of her neck straining as she rested her head on her hands, the slight swell of her breasts visible at the side of her chest as they flattened beneath her.
He blinked dumbly as the subtle rise and fall of her upper back began to distract from his task, smooth pockets of muscle dancing under her skin with every breath. Kneeling on the bed, a leg either side of her thighs, being careful not to crush her under his weight he leant forward, bringing his hands to the centre of her upper back. He felt her tense at his touch.
Rubbing firm strokes across her skin he found his mind wandering to realms of fantasy. Here he sat, with a creature of beauty nestled between his thighs, completely at his mercy. Tonight he was going to make her surrender herself to him completely, to the desires of his hands and the whim of his requests. He felt her begin to relax beneath him, as she enjoyed the soothing motions of his playful fingers as they pressed firmly against her flesh. Drawing his fingers to the waistband of her pants he tugged gently causing Olivia to raise her hips in cooperation. He inhaled sharply as he pulled her pants over her arse, the black lace barely covering her skin, the material hugging each globe lovingly.
Her pants made their way slowly along her thighs, the sudden hit of air chilling her skin. She felt him ripping them over her feet before his hands found their way back to her form once more, this time concentrating on the smoothness of her legs, gliding effortlessly along satin and silk. Her mind whirled, not with coherent thought, but with an array of colour; a bursting rainbow of stars and spots which hugged her eyes.
With every electric touch she surrendered more of herself to him, submitting wholly to the feelings he invoked within. As he massaged his way along her legs she became acutely aware for the first time just how worked up she was, just how wet. Clenching her inner muscles gently she was greeted with the familiar squelch of her overactive core.
An involuntary thrust escaped her and her rear bucked against his touch. It was all the encouragement he needed and he ripped the garment apart at its sides before whipping it away and discarding it on the floor.
“Fuck Olivia!” He whispered through clenched teeth, drinking in the sight before him. Her pert, round arse leading into that dip of her back, the cute dimples sending his senses into overdrive, continuing to her slender waist, toned muscles of her back and beautiful neck, finally leading to her long, chestnut locks.
She shuddered beneath him, letting out a coy laugh at his reaction to her naked form. Her laughter was quickly replaced by the shock of the sting soon after his hand fiercely slapped her cheek. He rubbed her tender flesh, letting her know that he wasn’t out to hurt her, but that he was in control here, not her.
He ripped the pillow from beneath her head, causing her to jolt in surprise.
“Danny...?” She began, a nervous question, but he was at her side. Hovering above her he spoke softly, “do you trust me Olivia?” He asked again, reiterating that although he was controlling this situation, she could seek mercy at any time...that he would never force her to do anything against her will.
“Yes, I trust you, but Dan...I...”
Bringing his lips to her ear, he whispered tenderly against her flesh, “no more words, it’s time to relax and surrender yourself completely, to surrender all control.”
She nodded in agreement, “yes...Sir.”
The title surprised him, Sir? This was new to him, he’d never taken on this role before and although Olivia has clearly fantasized about being at the mercy of another, acting it out was most definitely new to her too. He planted a kiss against her neck and mumbled, “good girl,” before letting the dominant beast within him take over.
Gripping hold of her shoulders he let his hands glide along her arms until both her wrists resided in his clutch. Grabbing the sash from her nightgown he gently wound the silk around her flesh, binding her and then tying the fabric to the steel frame of her bed. The angle of her bonds caused her upper body to rise from the bed slightly, pushing her back into a beautiful arch.
Ensuring she was comfortable in her newly restrained state Danny positioned the pillow under her hips, her pelvis jutting back and forcing her open for him to do with as he pleased. Sitting back on his haunches he stared at the vision in front of him. There she was, spread wide and compliant, her body a true masterpiece. Utter perfection.
His gaze fell to her centre, a lump forming in his throat at the sight that greeted him. He drank in the smooth roundness of her arse, cheeks so golden and pert he nearly unravelled there and then. He exhaled deeply as her positioning forced her rear to part slightly, displaying a sneaky glimpse of her tight anus before spreading her thighs wide, her pussy open and ripe, for all to see.
Olivia felt the pounding in her chest as she awaited his next move. She chastised herself silently, for getting herself into this situation, for letting her own sexual need take over and cloud all pre-existing barriers; he was her colleague for fucks sake! Her heart continued to pound, synchronizing itself with the pulsating inside her cunt, her pussy now visibly yearning for the touch of another.
She felt his hands rest on her ankles, his thumbs rubbing against her sensitive skin. She whimpered at his caress, soft mews escaping her throat. He skimmed her calves lovingly, stopping abruptly at the backs of her knees, his fingertips tickling her flesh with agonising pleasure before grasping them firmly in his hands and pushing forwards, the movement causing Olivia to thrust up, forcing her into an almost kneeling position.
He was behind her then, fingers at the juncture of her thighs; the place where leg met love. Rough nails scrapped her outer recesses, causing chills to reverberate through her body; a stark contrast to the heat emanating from her exposed core. He watched, his eyes transfixed by her lively slit, her tight sex gaping then contracting as his nails continued to scrape across her flesh.
He watched as moisture began to seep from deep within, his fingers dipping across to feel her arousal before returning to the soft curves of her arse, squeezing gently whilst he questioned his next move. He stilled his movements when he heard Olivia whimpering.
“What is it?” He commanded, “do you want me to stop?”
Shaking her head vigorously she responded, “no Sir, god no...don’t stop,” her desperate begging tugging on his own hormones, cock thickening at her silky tone.
“Then what? What do you want Olivia?” he asked, his question greeted with silence as Olivia simply continued to writhe beneath his touch.
“Tell me!” He commanded fiercely as his hand descended upon her cheek, a loud thwack echoing through the room in its wake.
Olivia yelped and her flesh began to burn. Biting her lip and clamping her eyes shut she saw him spanking her naked rear in her mind’s eye, the erotic vision only adding to her increased arousal.
Another slap of her backside and she buckled, “I want you...” she shouted, “I want you to...touch me...to mark me...”
“Yes...?!”
“To take me...to...to...”
“To what Olivia, what is it you want tonight? What is it you need?”
“You!” It was a scream, building deep in the pit of her stomach and thundering from her strained chest in agonising frustration, “I need you to own me.”
He looked at her rigid form, outstretched arms pinned to the bed frame, back arching in beautiful constraint, head flung back in hedonistic delight, rear protruding and spread wide for his viewing pleasure.
“Please Sir,” she voiced in a barely audible whisper, “please take me and make me your own...Sir.”
Whilst he was genuinely perplexed by her easy submission tonight he recognised that this was something she needed. It was something that went beyond sexual gratification and it was something that would definitely bind them together forever.
Sliding his hands up her back, he started a gentle massage of her shoulders, suddenly overcome by what was happening. He combed her hair through his fingers, tugging firmly, exposing the flesh of her neck. Bringing his mouth to her skin he bit down, the salty tang of her sweat filling his senses. She moaned beneath him, lips parting in lust as he nipped at her flesh, marking her as she had begged. His lips danced tenderly across her skin and settled upon her ear, suckling on her lobe before speaking once again.
“Are you sure about this Liv? You’re asking me to make you mine...to fuck you?”
Her eyes met his as he pulled her hair, causing her head to spin back and look at him.
“I’m sure...Master,” she bit her lip as she watched his reaction to her calling him by a new name. Lust swam across his features and his loving gaze turned dark.
Letting go of her hair Danny stepped from the bed and undressed, now free to enjoy the delights his colleague was offering. He was back on the bed in seconds, scooting close to her, taking another moment to drink in the sight of her wanton pussy, so pink and ripe and juicy and swollen.
He leaned forward, settling his face level with her cunt, inhaling her scent deeply before flicking his tongue out to taste her. She jolted at the contact of him lapping along her slit. He pulled on her puffy labia, manipulating her pussy into fevered heights of arousal, longing for more of his touch. He breathed softly on her flesh, then flattened his tongue and licked her length, his close proximity to the tiny petal of her anus making her squirm under his grip.
Returning to her cunt he slipped a finger into her slick canal, feeling for the first time the snugness of her depths. As he slipped two more digits into her he yearned to feel her pussy hug his cock as tightly as she was his fingers. Sensing just how close she was to the edge he began to tease her swollen clit, rubbing her engorged nub with his thumb whilst fingers continued to pump vigorously within her.
“Fuck!” She screamed as he pinched her swollen teat, the initial pain subsiding into overwhelming pleasure. “Please...more...” She begged, her breaths rapid and ragged against her outstretched arms.
Danny stilled his movements immediately, not allowing Olivia the release she so desperately needed. Withdrawing his fingers from her sopping core he licked her essence from his digits before steadying himself at her entrance. He could feel the heat from her pussy caressing his erection, enticing him closer and closer.
Taking his hard cock in his hand Danny stroked himself a couple of times before rubbing his tip along her slit, coating himself in her natural lube. He dipped inside her teasingly before withdrawing his head and stroking himself again. A smirk crossed his face as he watched her writhe against her constraints, trying desperately to find sweet release from the torture he was inflicting upon her senses. Having her beg him like this made him feel strong and powerful.
He slid into her slowly, wanting to take his time and savour the moment. She was so hot and tight, encasing him lovingly within her warmth. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust deeper within her, as though seeking out the depths of her heart. She pulled against her restraints, stretching out for him as much as she could, arching her back further and causing him to bury deeper still. Never had he been sheathed so deeply within a woman, nestled so tightly within her hole that his vision began to blur.
Feeling her arse wriggle against their conjoined bodies Danny began to move, long slow thrusts, sharp but firm. A moan sounded from Olivia’s throat as he ran his fingers over her reddened cheeks, nails cutting into her curves as he worked her eager pussy. Her head hung low, the side of her face resting against her outstretched arms. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, damp with sweat from the exertion of the night’s activities. Gathering it at the nape of her neck he pulled it back, forcing her to turn slightly. With her now facing him as much as their position allowed Danny leaned forward, still thrusting rhythmically within her cunt, and kissed her. A passionate kiss. Full of lust. Full of love.
Olivia gasped as he pulled his lips away, staring at him wide-eyed and a little awe struck. She felt it in the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he moved within her and without a doubt in the way he looked at her as he did then. A smile crossed her kiss-pinched lips, a coy expression covering her face as she realised for the first time that night that he was as out of control in this situation as she.
Keeping hold of her hair Danny began to thrust harder, long deep strokes becoming shorter jabs, his cock a dagger piercing her soul. She keened beneath his towering form, his balls slapping deliciously against her clit as he hammered into her. Letting go of her hair he reached for her breasts, grabbing her swinging tits forcefully and pinching her nipples.
“God!” She screamed as electricity catapulted its way through her veins. He twisted and pinched, nipped and pulled, her body suddenly giving in to his ministrations and exploding with hedonistic pleasure.
She felt him spill into her with his own orgasm as her walls milked him dry, small spasms continuing long after her climax subsided. As his flaccid penis slipped from her, he leant down and kissed her gently, lapping up as much of their mingled arousal as he could.
Whimpers rumbled from her chest as she fell to the mattress, her body heavy and aching from their shagging. Before untying her he cradled her face with large, strong hands, kissing her deeply; a slow, lazy kiss to show that this wasn’t just a fuck for him.
He unleashed her wrists, soothing her skin with his touch. Planting a kiss on each wrist he began to speak, “Liv, that was...oh my god...I think I...Liv, I love...”
A deafening beep resonated throughout her ears, alarm bells ringing loudly. Literally. Prizing one eye open Olivia looked at her clock. 04:30. Great, she sighed, knowing full well that any hope of a good nights’ sleep was made redundant by her latest erotic dream. Exhaling deeply she got up and made her way to the bathroom, feeling her body’s betrayal seep down her thigh. Damn him to hell she chided as she stared at herself in the mirror, her pupils dilated, her cheeks rosy, her face flush from her lustful slumber.
She showered and dressed quickly, making her way into work for an early start as sleep was no longer on the cards. Grande Americano in hand she bounded through the door, a pounding in her chest and a throb in her pussy, to be greeted by the bastard who started her latest string of sleepless nights.
Glancing at him shyly she noticed the unmistakable smirk spread across his lips. He sat back; arms crossed at his chest and watched her...as if he knew. Olivia looked at him quizzically, questioning his stance. Suddenly it dawned on her. The previous night’s events had begun with Danny in her apartment, watching a film together before she fell asleep. On his shoulder. And began to dream. Oh crap.
