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  Looking down at me through his long dark eyelashes he groaned, “That was unexpected.”

  “Really?” I placed my hand on his bicep and squeezed. “I thought it was pretty clear what I hoped would happen this evening.”

  “I guess I’m just not used to someone being so forward.”

  “I’m sorry. Did I offend you?” I asked.

  “Not at all. I like a woman who isn’t afraid to say fucking,” he grinned. “You just surprised me.”

  “That’s me - the queen of surprises. Maybe we should go for a walk and I’ll surprise you again.”

  “And where would we walk to?”

  “I’ve been here several times. I can think of several places that would be perfect for what I have in mind.” Very slowly I ran my tongue along my lower lip and rubbed my hand up and down his arm. “I think we should go find a piece of wall in some dark corner, so you can push me up against it and fuck my brains out.”

  “Are you trying to kill me? I’m about to explode in my damn pants.”

  “Follow me.” I placed a firm grip on his bicep and pulled him toward the doors that led out to the hallway. When we got out through the double doors we turned left and headed toward the stairwell. It would be dark and have enough available space for a very interesting wall experience.

  Opening the door I tugged him in behind me. The door slammed shut with a thud and I leaned my body into Mr. Exquisite pressing him firmly up against the door. My nipples were hard and rubbing up against his chest. I could feel his erection against my stomach. I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and suck him off, but I wouldn’t do that. Not yet, anyway.

  “Baby, before I let you violate me I need to know something.” He turned us so that he was now pushing my back against the door.

  “Yes, sir. Anything. Just ask,” I said breathlessly.

  He lifted my skirt and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel him pressing against my slit. He unzipped his pants and used his finger to slide my underwear to the side.

  “Your name. What’s your name?” He kissed my cheek and then moved down to below my ear.

  “Skye. My name is Skye,” I said as he slammed into me. “Ahhhhh!”

  “Shhhh…Skye. Shhhh.” He put his hand over my mouth and continued to slam into me. Staring into my eyes he thrust harder and harder. “I’m Sterling. Holy shit. You’re fucking tight.”

  He removed his hand from my mouth. “I exercise a lot. It’s good for the female muscles,” I said as I squeezed around him.

  “Holy fuck! Do that again and this will be over real quick.”

  I squeezed again and pulled his hand from my mouth and moved it down to my breast. “Squeeze me. Pinch my nipples. I love that. Please,” I begged.

  “Whatever you need, baby. Whatever you need, this time,” he said as he did just as I asked. He moved from one breast to the other. Over and over again. I was so fucking close. I needed to speed this up. I squeezed around him one more time and that did it. I milked him as hard as I could. I couldn’t stop coming. My heels were digging into his ass. He was slamming me up against the wall, higher and higher.

  “FUCK!” he screamed as his warm release filled me. “I think I fucking love you, Skye.”

  “Of course you do, Sterling. I’m very fuckable…uh, I mean lovable.” I smirked at him. “I need more of you. You’re going to come home with me.” I was still panting and breathless from the hottest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

  He dropped his sweaty forehead to mine. “You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

  “You have no fucking idea, sweetheart,” I muttered against his chest.

  “That’s something we’ll have to work on.”

  “We’ll see. Do you think you have another round in you?”

  He released me and I put my feet down on the ground.

  “Just one more?” he asked with that sexy as hell smirk I was beginning to adore.

  “Touché,” I responded with a smile.

  “I just remembered something.”

  “What? You’re married and have three kids?”

  He shook his head.

  “You’re gay?”

  He pressed his hips into mine, pushing me back against the wall. I groaned and he laughed as he shook his head again.

  “No? Okay, let me guess again, you’re an escaped convict looking for a place to hide?”

  “No. None of the above.”

  “Then what? What did you remember?”

  “I haven’t kissed you yet.”

  “I think what we did counts as a kiss. Don’t you think? I mean, your naughty parts touched my naughty parts, so that has to be considered a kiss, right?”

  “The way you think amazes me. But no, that wasn’t a kiss, this is.” Cradling my face in his hands he gazed into my eyes then moved that sexy gaze to my lips. He slowly leaned in and pressed his warm lips to mine. They were so soft and smooth and warm. Did I mention warm? There were tingles shooting to every part of my body. The naughty parts and the not so naughty parts. When his tongue teased my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth I literally came undone around him. He removed his hands from my face and one immediately went into my hair, gently pulling my head back so he could deepen the kiss. The other slid down to cup my ass and pull me tight against him.

  I’d been kissed a lot. More times than I’d like to admit actually. I’d been kissed by many different types of men and even a few women. Back in college…we all did crazy shit, but I’d never experienced a kiss like this. This was the kiss to end all kisses. This was the kiss that I would compare all other kisses in my whole entire life to. This was THE kiss. Sterling was the man of my dreams. This kiss just proved it.

  He led me outside and when we stepped out onto the curb, I shuddered as a chill ran down my spine from the night air. Before I could say a word, Sterling had his tuxedo jacket off and wrapped around me. He asked the valet to send his car around. That car happened to be a stretch limo. I thought to myself, “Not bad, Skye. Not bad at all.”

  Placing his hand on my lower back he guided me into the limo in front of him. I slowly scooted across the seat and made room for my Mr. Exquisite to slide in beside me. Without saying a word to the driver, Sterling pushed a button and a divider immediately appeared behind the driver’s head.

  I couldn’t wait another second. I wanted to feel him again. My hand worked its way up his thigh, but as I started to stroke him he surprised me by grabbing my hand and firmly placing it on my lap.

  “Ah, ah, ah, baby,” he whispered as he gently shook his head back and forth. Sterling placed his hands on my shoulders and twisted me so that I was facing him. “I need to make you aware of what you’re getting yourself into. No surprises, well, there will be surprises, but I need to make you aware of the type of man I am. What just happened in that stairwell was amazing. I think we both could testify to that.” He smirked and moved one hand to my cheek. He rubbed his thumb along my jaw line and then grasped it a little tighter than I expected. It wasn’t painful, but his hold was tight. “I allowed you some control in that situation. Do not expect that to happen again. I will always be in control of anything we do sexually.” His hold never faltered. “Do you understand, Skye?”

  I wasn’t sure how to respond. Of course I understood what the hell he was saying - I’m not a damned idiot, but could I hand over that control? The answer to that question was simple - hell no!

  I pulled my head out of his grasp. Scooting all the way across the limo seat I could practically feel the evening air crashing into me from the door. “Nobody controls me, Sterling. Nobody. Not my father, not my mother, and sure as hell not some guy just because he knows his way around a vagina. Men like you are a dime a dozen and I have plenty of dimes to go find another one.” I tried to hit the button to lower the divider so I could tell the driver to take my ass home, when Sterling leaned over me pressing my back fully against the door. His hot breathe on my face smelled of mint and me. I loved that smell. He
was so close our noses were almost touching. His eyes were bearing down into mine. I could see the fire burning there, burning for me, but like hell would I give into him. He could go find some poor little thing that would fall at his feet, that sure as hell wasn’t me.

  Licking his lips, he took a deep breath and slowly ran his nose along my jaw line.

  What was that noise?

  Holy hell…I gulped? Seriously? He made me gulp. What the fuck was that?

  I caught my lower lip between my teeth and slowly tilted my head to the side to give him better access. Ever so lightly he ran his tongue from my jaw down to my earlobe and then he took my earlobe into his mouth and bit down - hard. I gasped and felt a sensation travel from my ear straight to my pussy. To ease the sting from the bite, he pulled my earlobe into his mouth and sucked it softly. His erection was pressed firmly against my thigh and my pussy was practically crying out to be filled with it. She was betraying me, damn her! I spread my legs and he pressed hard against my sex. A moan escaped my lips as he ran his hand up my inner thigh. As he slid my underwear to the side, he firmly grasped my clit between his fingers.

  “I want it, Skye. Are you going to give it to me?”

  I groaned and then conceded, “Yes. Yes, you can have it. Take my pussy.”

  He released my clit and sat up pushing himself back across the limo to the opposite door.

  When I got my wits about me, I asked, “What the hell?”

  His voice was firm. “I told you what I wanted and as much as I love being in that tight little snatch of yours, that’s not what I asked you for. Until you can give me that, we have nothing to talk about.”

  No words would come out of my mouth. Shock - I was in it. He wouldn’t have sex with me, because I wouldn’t give him control? I offered him my pussy apparently that was only good enough for a fast fuck in a stairwell.

  “Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t get to treat me this way. I offered you everything I have to offer. What did you think would happen? I’d go home with you and let you be the boss? You aren’t the boss of me, asshole.”

  He chuckled. A deep, hot, erotic chuckle. Damn him.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t realize I just fucked a fifteen year old girl. I don’t believe adults say shit like that. No, baby, I’m not the boss of you, but if you want to be with me, I will be in charge of our fucking - always and it will be amazing.” He leaned in closer to me. “Every. Single. Time. That I can promise.”

  My pussy once again betrayed me. She clenched and begged me to give this man whatever he wanted so she could be properly filled by him. Damn her.

  “If you can’t give me what I need from you, baby, I think it would be in our best interests to walk away now. Chalk it up to a fun fuck, up against a wall and move on.” His voice was so gruff and he definitely didn’t mince any words. He got right to the point. There was no pussy footing around with this man.

  Why did I like that so much?

  I knew why I was enjoying it, he reminded me of me. Normally, that would’ve been a huge turnoff for me, but for some reason he had my blood boiling and my pussy aching for more.

  I pushed myself toward him, slowly crawling up his body until I was straddling him and had my arms around his neck. Leaning in, I licked my lips and did my signature move – I looked down and as I slowly lifted my head up, I seductively bit my lip as our eyes met. Batting my eyelashes, like I’ve done a billion times to get what I wanted, I purred, “Now, baby, can you really let me go that easily?”

  When I straddled him my dress had ridden up and was now draped around my waist. My panty covered pussy was sitting atop his straining erection. I knew he wanted me, the evidence was clear. There was no way he could let me go tonight. Grinding myself into his lap, I whispered in his ear, “I know you want this. Can’t we have fun tonight and share control? We make each other feel so good. Don’t you want to be inside me again?” I moved until his erection was wedged between my sex. As I glided slowly back and forth over him, I stuck my tongue out and licked a trail from his ear to the corner of those beautiful full lips of his. When I reached my destination I looked down at him and felt his breath catch. He blinked then roughly grabbed my hips as he thrust upward. He hit my clit in just the perfect way, and I screamed, “Holy shit!”

  “I don’t share control, Skye,” his eyes were smoldering. “I need to hear you say it. Give me what the fuck I need.”

  When I didn’t respond, he said, “I think maybe we should call it night. I’m not a big fan of quickies.”

  “Are you fucking with me right now?”

  I was beyond shocked. This evening had gone the way that I thought we both wanted it to, but I guess we weren’t playing the same game after all. Or maybe we were and that was the problem.

  “I’m not going to tell you that I’m not hard as a rock right now from all your teasing, but I don’t take orders from anybody. As much as I want to push you down on this seat and fuck you until you scream my name at the top of your lungs, that’s one rule I never break.”

  “What. The. Hell. You’re gonna let me go? Are you serious?”

  “I’m serious. I’m sorry. I thought we could be good together, maybe I was wrong.” He gently pushed me off his lap. In that split second I made the decision to just let him go. I didn’t need this stress. This man wanted much more than I was willing to give. But then why was something inside me screaming to give him what he wanted? Could I concede and give him the power he so obviously craved?

  Chapter Two~

  Six months later

  “Skye’s The Limit, how may I help you today?” Lori answered the phone at my gallery. I heard that greeting probably a thousand times a day, but it never got old. Lori was my perfect amazing assistant.

  She had spent many years modeling then last year met the man of her dreams and decided it was time to settle down and start a family. Lori was strikingly beautiful with long straight black hair, bright green eyes, and a petite smoking body. Since we are both women and I am not a lesbian I can say these things without seeming skeevy like a male boss would.

  Lori was expecting her first baby in a month or so. Babies weren’t high on my priority list. Actually, they didn’t even make the cut for that list. Ankle biters were most assuredly not in my future plans. My plan actually included a clause that stated, “Skye will never have children. Ever.” True that.

  I’d been on birth control since I was fifteen years old and as far as I was concerned that prescription needed to have unlimited refills for the rest of my life. Since there were no worries of my getting pregnant, Mr. Exquisite and I had lots of amazing, adventurous, super hot sex with no condoms. Yes! Yes! Yes!

  Sterling and I had been going strong for almost six months. Giving up control in any aspect of my life wasn’t easy, but I wanted him too much to turn him down. That night in the limo I had been scared of the way I was feeling about him. I fucked men, I didn’t have feelings for them, but he was different and I felt that immediately.

  The vast majority of the time we spent together was spent having sex. And when I say sex, I mean lots and lots of super hot off the charts rock you to your core sex. Sterling had gotten me into positions that I never dreamed possible. He introduced me to some things that I had always been a little afraid to try, but with Sterling it seemed perfectly normal to be spanked or gently restrained.

  Yes, perfectly normal.

  Sterling had been traveling, I assumed for work, so he had been out of town for a couple of weeks. I expected him back tonight. I was sitting in the gallery chatting with a couple of curators about a collection I was trying to get my hands on from Italy. One of my wealthier clients had requested it and I was trying to set up a private viewing. My breath hitched as my gaze drifted to the doorway and I saw my man standing there staring at me. Looking just as hot and sexy as always.

  “Sterling? You’re early, handsome,” I purred as I ran over to him and threw my arms around his neck.

  “Do you want me to leave? I c
ould always go back. Say the word and I’ll hop a plane,” he said with a smile before he started kissing my neck. “Can we get out of here now, please?” Then he whispered, “I need to be inside my beautiful girlfriend now.”

  “And your beautiful girlfriend needs you to be inside her now.”

  “We will talk more later, Skye.” One of the curators said. She was smiling at us as she pulled her partner out of the office.

  “I have an idea.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back of the building toward my office. We stopped at Lori’s desk. Sterling said, “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off. Lock up on your way out, okay, babe?”

  “I could use an afternoon off. You guys have a good time,” she snickered. “I’ll make sure everything is all locked up tight.”

  “Come here, lover boy.” I crooked my finger and beckoned Sterling to follow me.

  When we got into my office he said, “I’m going to have a seat,” and gestured to the large white couch that sat along the far wall of my office.

  My office was huge. One wall was lined with windows that looked out over Central Park. My desk sat in front of those windows. The entire office was decorated in white and chrome with a few dashes of purple. The white couch had purple pillows and the chrome and glass coffee table in front of it had a large vase of purple lilies on it. My office chair was white and purple paisley. And the rug on the floor in front of my desk matched. I had a beautiful chrome and glass chandelier that provided the soft lighting that was needed to appropriately accentuate the beautiful artwork that hung proudly behind the couch. This office was my sanctuary and the one place in New York City, okay I might be exaggerating, that Sterling and I hadn’t christened.

  Sterling had sat down in the middle of the couch. As I sashayed over to him, I started slowly pulling my dress up around my waist. Luckily, I had forgone wearing panties today. I was bare from the waist down by the time I reached him. Placing one knee on the couch beside him I then threw the other leg over his lap so that I was straddling him. I slowly rubbed my sex over his erection through his trousers. He moaned and tossed his head back on the couch.