Chapter 11
Roxanne Hunter's motives were extremely shallow. Her false show of concern did not fool Allan Forrest. They sat in a room, sharing a bottle of champagne. It had been her idea to toast the occasion, and wishing mutual luck.
Did she think her curvaceous beauty would enslave him? He grinned, recalling his "pet," who did his complete bidding. Roxanne had never known discipline.
Perhaps there was time to give her a taste of it. She might very well like it.
She studied him with calculating eyes. Those pale-blue spheres betrayed her duplicity. "What would it take to keep you?" She ran her hand over his thigh, giving him something to think about. "There's an excellent chance Tom could create a different position, making a few allowances."
He shook his head. "Nothing less than president would do."
"But only one can claim that title."
"Better that it is I."
Roxanne thinly concealed her smugness. "He might have other plans."
He spotted the glitter in her eyes, the curve of her mouth, and concluded that Griffith had already cast his ballot. His spirits darkened. "If that's true, then this conversation is pointless."
He started to dissociate himself from their cozy nook. Roxanne stopped him with her hand and blocked his passage. "Come on, Allan. Why can't you be a good sport? You can't leave. Star-bright won't survive."
"That is my prediction."
She pushed him back into the sofa, and instantly recognized his resentment. Allan didn't take kindly to her asserting control. She took tremendous pride in her ability to read people. Allan never struck her as the passive type. He seemed to thrive when at the helm. She wondered if that instinct carried to the bedroom.
"You don't like being ordered about, do you?" she remarked. "I'll bet you much prefer giving orders."
Her perceptiveness won her his grin. "I won't deny that."
Although she possessed no knowledge of his intimate behavior, she wagered that he probably favored submissive women. Somberness lurked behind that mild demeanor. His gregarious features-likely served as camouflage. She had no evidence from which to draw that conclusion, merely female intuition.
"You know, Allan, I've always suspected that there's a nasty side to you."
"Have you?" He chuckled. "Define 'nasty'. "
She snuggled closer. "It's difficult to describe. You have to admit, you're very guarded about your private life. For all I know, you could be a serial killer."
"You're projecting in the wrong direction."
"What turns you on, Allan?" She brushed him with her tits. "Your eyes tell me.. .domination."
His eyebrows lifted. "Great guess. Have I been that obvious?"
She silently cheered. "Perhaps we can strike a deal."
"In what respect?"
She removed his silk tie, then handed it to him. 'Tie me up."
"Why should I do that?"
She huskily exhaled. "Because I want you to have your way with me while I'm subdued." She spotted the sparkle in his eye, then acceleration of breath. Yes, she thought, she was definitely on the right track. "You've wanted that for some time, haven't you: binding my wrists, taking charge of me? Go ahead, I'd like that, too."
His brain exploded with a medley of images, all featuring Roxanne Hunter at his mercy. Although he judged her a complete slut, that didn't prevent him from accepting her invitation.
Roxanne snickered as Allan broke out into a sweat. She had tripped a hot wire. Rapidly, he coiled his tie to her slender wrists. She saw the bulge in his pants grow in size. God, he's big, she noted. Given his strapping height, it seemed to make sense.
She was glad to have worn the shoulderless gown. He yanked down her front, baring her huge tits. The nipples popped out, pink and hard. She expected no delicate treatment. Allan craved rough sex, not tenderness.
Roxanne looked good, he thought, pulling off her outfit. Allan suffered a slight loss of restraint. Getting her naked excited him. His dick strained the front of his trousers. She stared at it while he stripped her.
Yes, he thought, she would have it-but not until she merited that right. It was high time Roxanne learned that some privileges had to be earned.
He took off his clothes, making her watch. First came his shirt, then shoes and pants. Wearing a pair of boxers, he held her in suspense. The silk folds disguised him. Finally, he removed them.
Roxanne stirred. "I'm impressed."
She began to rise, but he shoved her back on the sofa. Her shapely ass bounced off the cushions.
T have not given you permission," he said in a voice of authority. "Remain seated until told otherwise."
Hearing that commanding tone afforded her a stimulating burst. Allan Forrest shattered her previous conception of him. She genuinely liked what she saw and heard.
Moving toward her, he placed a foot on the sofa. His dick jutted in her face, in need of a mouth. She opened wide for him. Allan swung into her, filling her cheeks.
"That's it," he muttered, "suck it."
Roxanne's lips rippled with movement. He could feel the furious life of her tongue. His bottom vein received brisk handling. Gasping, he lowered himself into her throat. Those clasping lips brushed his protruding veins.
"Suck my dick, slave," he said, fucking her face. "Do as I say. Suck it."
His gruff tone made her pussy drenching wet. He spoke as though implying he would take none of her crap. She actually felt helpless, voluntarily delivering herself into his masterful clutches. He pushed himself until his balls touched her lips.
"More," he dictated, leaning into her gaping expression. "Soak me in your hot saliva."
Roxanne drew upon him. Allan groaned in pleasure as she pulled at his taut skin. In and out of her mouth he went. His solid hard-on descended her throat, then emerged juicy.
After riding her face for several pounding minutes, he detached himself. Saliva strings stretched from his heavy knob to her sucking lips.
"Now, he said, heaving, "lick my balls."
He smashed them to her face. Without the use of her hands, Roxanne merely let out her tongue and allowed him to wipe them over it. Foamy spit immediately covered them.
Allan, pressing his large thumbs to her temple, shifted her about for an even distribution. Her spittle dripped from his taut sac. She managed a steady stream. "Nice lap job. You're doing well. Keep at it."
Roxanne did as he told her. She couldn't get enough of his harshness, which was new and exciting for her.
Abruptly, he backed away from her extended tongue, grabbed her ankles and held them high. Roxanne slid back into the sofa, her head buttressed by the cushion. She swung her disabled wrists over her.
"Okay, slave," he muttered, "now you get some cock."
He jammed himself between her spread legs. Roxanne wailed when her pussy initially absorbed him. That thick, long cock bore deep into her cunt.
"Ohhhh," she sobbed, taking him in savage thrusts. His balls commenced slapping the insides of her thighs. She bit her bottom lip while her pale blue spheres rolled upward. In spite of the pounding she took, it felt good.
Allan experienced her exhilaration. While she had pretended with him earlier, she abandoned the effort. He sank into her wet, excited loins and recognized her enthusiasm. Roxanne wasn't faking it. The moist, sucking noises her cunt produced spoke the truth.
Roxanne moaned. "Oh, Allan. I can feel you in the back of my pussy."
He bet she could. He sawed through that sweet mush, letting those muscles massage him. "You made some compelling observations, slave," he said. "Permit me to make mine. I would say you like being placed into submission."
"Yes," she said. "In real life, I like to call the shots, but in bed, I want a man to do it." That hard cock kept coming at her, nudging her into the upholstery. Oh, God, there definitely was a whole lot of man doing her that instant.
He squeezed her slim ankles, then dragged her to him. He gave her something big and hard to fuck. Shutting his eyes, he pummeled that sodden mound. His balls ricocheted off her soft flesh while his solid shaft spread her cunt lips. Her ecstatic cries nearly drowned his ramming out. She heatedly responded.
"Want more?" he asked, feeding her his bone. "Huh?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes. Please. More."
He granted her wish, pounding away as he encountered no resistance, nor protest. Her snatch readily digested his stiff cock.
After she entirely soaked him, he disengaged himself from those soggy lips. Gripping her one ankle, he used his other hand to guide his cock. Her luscious anus would best serve his pleasure. He pressed his bulb to the opening, then pushed.
Roxanne gritted her teeth and turned red. "Oh, God."
"You know it's going to be so good, slave," he promised, sinking into those quivering butt cheeks. "Your ass wants my fucking cock, doesn't it?"
Roxanne shivered as he plunged into her buns. That first thrust took her breath. He pumped her hard, driving himself to the hilt. She hadn't anticipated getting butt fucked, but as he reclaimed her ankles and used them as the axis from which he drove, her gratification surfaced.
That tight anus trapped his cock. He crammed himself into it, studying her face. Roxanne gave every indication of enjoying it. He stuffed the whole thing into her ass and savored the clasp of her rectum. He drove harder into it without obtaining an objection.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned. Her ass took all of him. Gazing at the protruding section from her expanded hole, he knew he couldn't last much longer.
Roxanne whimpered. There was no stopping that cock. It agitated her ass. She fiddled with the tie that held her prisoner, aching to rub herself. Only a little jiggling was necessary for her to cum. Peering into Allan's dead eyes, she saw she hadn't gotten his approval.
His balls rapidly smacked her. She could feel his orgasm building, spreading its roots. A veil of sweat covered his handsome face. He fucked her with all his might, jarring her into the cushion.
Without warning, he pulled out and shot all over her snatch. Hot cum splashed over her clit. She trembled from its creamy warmth. Wildly jerking, he took his cock in his fist and pressed the spurting head to her clit. Back and forth he rubbed, smearing her with his cummy tip.
Roxanne twisted, struggling to free herself of the tie. "Oh, God," she moaned as he pushed down on her pink button. "Oh. yeah. Yeah."
Allan still lingered in the grip of orgasm as he massaged her clit. More of his goo seeped from his tip. He watched Roxanne writhe in her seat, then climax. Her cries echoed in the room.
There, he thought as she tried to catch her breath. He'd shown her who was boss.
Let that serve as her first lesson.