The Unconventional Mistress(13)

He took his sweet time and sucked me deeper under his spell. I exploded again and may have passed out for a second or five, and when I came to he was still eating that pussy.

I could almost give up my moral fiber if he’d continue to do that for the rest of his life. It was so good, that even when my clit became overly sensitive almost to the point of pain, I still didn’t tell him to stop.

He finally let me up after the third or fourth time I came and we both helped each other get our clothes right. Though he had to pull his jacket around my shoulders to hide my torn dress.

My heart melted when he protected me from the driver’s view when he came to open the door for us. “I’ll take it from here Reggie, you have a nice evening.”

He helped me out and into the elevator where everything that I’d just done hit me all at once. It was on the tip of my tongue to explain myself, to tell him that I don’t usually act this way. But what was the point?

Why should he believe me when all I’ve done since we met is show him that this is exactly who I am.





Jonas





There was something on her mind. It’s odd how I’ve come to know even that much about her in the time that we’ve known each other, which boils down to roughly twenty-four hours, give or take a few.

There’s a certain light in her eyes that dims or brightens according to her mood. Something had happened between the elevator and the penthouse.

All through dinner I sensed it, but waited for her to voice her concerns. “It’s the weekend tomorrow and the Holiday’s on Monday, what are your plans?” I chose to ignore whatever was on her mind for now.

I’d let the evening mellow out a little bit first and then get to the bottom of whatever was bothering her. Whatever it was, I had no doubt that I could make it all better.

I’d had the chef prepare a special treat for dessert and since she was down to picking at the food on her plate, decided that now was as good a time as any.

“Come here!” I dipped an extra large strawberry in the melted chocolate as she came to stand next to me. Laying it on the dessert plate until I was ready for it. Plus it was still too warm for what I had in mind.

I turned my chair so that she could fit and pulled her closer with my hand around her waist, leaving her standing. I tugged on the hem of her dress until it tore down the middle and dropped off her shoulders to the floor.

Her bra and panties were next and then I had her just the way I wanted her, naked and at my pleasure. With our eyes locked on each other, I rubbed the chocolate dipped strawberry across the fat butterfly wings of her cunt, before slipping it inside her.

I fucked her with the strawberry, painting her cunt with the chocolate, dipping the fruit time and again for more. I let my fingers tease her clit as I fruit fucked her, all the while resisting the urge of my cock.

“Oooh…” Her head fell back on her neck as she thrust her hips forward for more. I latched onto her fat nipple and sucked as I fucked her with the strawberry, getting her dirty with the chocolate that I planned to lick her clean of later.

For now I kept up a slow steady fucking with the fruit as I nibbled her tits and stroked my cock with my free hand. When my cock was hard to bursting, I got to my feet and lifted her in my arms.

I felt that manly tug again and wondered why it was that I’d never felt it before. Only with her have I ever felt that sense of power. Not the power I achieved in the boardroom, or even the dominant power I’d held over other lovers of the past.

No, this was a different kind of power. This was the kind of power I imagine a man feels with the one being that was meant for him. That one person that the alpha in him is supposed to protect.

I didn’t just want to fuck her for a few days or weeks and then send her on her merry way with a few expensive trinkets. Never to meet again, or at least not in my home or my bed.

I wanted to take care of her, to have her always and keep all other men away, and that made me feel powerful. “I’m going to own you!” Fuck there I go again.





STEPHANIE





Did he just…what did he just say and why the hell did it sound so good? He must not have meant to say it out loud like that because he didn’t reiterate after laying me down across his massive bed.

Instead, he stood there next to the bed with his eyes glued to the junction between my thighs and that thing he calls a cock just hanging straight, stiff and mean after getting naked himself.

My mouth went dry and I swallowed air as my body prepared itself to accept him. I felt my juices begin to flow but instead of embarrassment, I felt a keen sense of sexual power. It was because of the way he looked at me. With such ferocious need in his eyes.

His big hands held my thighs apart and he massaged them before pulling them open even wider. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and before I could even blink or catch my breath his mouth was on me.

I felt him chew on the fruit that he’d left stuck inside me and it blew my mind. What the hell was he doing? He was eating the strawberry out of me, and then he went to work, licking the chocolate out of me.

“Oh freaking hell!” Pleasure shot through me from where his tongue licked me, to somewhere around my heart. And when he lifted my legs in the air and dug his tongue into me, lapping at me one minute and sucking on my flesh the next, I thought for sure I was going to faint from the intense pleasure of it all.

But that came after he’d made me cum in his mouth twice more and then drilled me with that python dick of his. It was too much, and I went into sensory overlaid, cumming hard and fast until I passed out.

He was still at it when I came to, and I felt the sting on my breasts and neck where his teeth had marked me. I didn’t complain when he came in me or when he put me on my hands and knees in the middle of his bed and fucked me like a wild beast until I had nothing left.

Or when he left his weight on top of me, pressing me into the mattress beneath as I felt the thundering of his heart against my back. “Stay with me! Don’t go home tonight, just spend the weekend here, with me.”

I didn’t make a big deal out of the invite, just remembered Wanda’s words and for once decided to throw caution to the wind. I knew there was a chance that I could get hurt here, but she was right.

As long as I liked him the way I do, it was a chance I had to take. I just hope I’d be able to pick up the pieces this time if he broke my heart.

I just nodded my answer and found myself being turned around in his arms for one of his clit throbbing kisses. It wasn’t long before I felt the head of his cock nosing around at my entrance again.

I just simply spread open my legs, wrapped them around him, and accepted him into my body, all of him. All fourteen and a half inches of warm, hard, man steel. Good glory.

That morning at around three he’d finally had enough. I didn’t even know you could have sex that long, or that a man was able to stay excited for hours like that.

Not that we didn’t have moments of reprieve, sure we did. But he always seemed to bounce right back in a matter of minutes. And he had such stamina, such staying power.

No wonder that while we were sitting in the hot scented bath he’d prepared for us my kitty was complaining. She was beat all to hell the greedy bitch, but hell if she wasn’t ready when he lifted me onto his lap and sat me down on his cock with my back to his chest.





I thought for sure we’d spend the whole weekend in bed, that he may not want to be seen out and about with me. I was wrong. Though we snuck out of his home in the limo to avoid the paparazzi, once we were clear of his place, he was like a kid playing hooky from school.

We went walking in the park, licking ice cream cones which I bought because he said it had been years since he’d had one. Since the weather was changing as it came on to the beginning of September, there were people selling hot pretzels in the park as well.

I wasn’t self conscious at all about eating the things I like, not like I’ve been in the past. I didn’t catch him making faces each time I took a bite of something.

And when we got around the park and saw a chocolatier outside one of the main gates, it was he who dragged me out of the park and across the street to the expensive candy shop.

We were gone for hours, just wandering around the park, me in one of his jogging suits that I knew there was no way could fit him because he was so fit and neat.

It did fit me like a second skin, which he seemed to like since he couldn’t keep his hands off my ass. And a pair of tennis shoes he claimed were his mother’s.

And we talked, a lot. So much in fact that I had to keep reminding myself that there were some things I wasn’t supposed to share. I don’t know if he noticed how I skirted some things and avoided certain topics, but he never let on if he did.

Reggie picked us up not much later and took us back to the penthouse where I got my biggest surprise yet. “How….?” I couldn’t even get the words out past my lips.

The couches and chairs in the living room were filled with boxes and packages from the most high end stores on Fifth Ave. I didn’t have to ask if they were for me, because it was obvious from some of the brands that they were ladies only.

And I didn’t think he was so crass as to buy another woman clothes while I was in his bed. “I hope I got the sizes right. If not we’ll take them back and exchange them. Or if you don’t like the colors...”