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MERCEDES
As soon as we were in the elevator, Sam crushed me against the paneled wall and kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the hard press of his body against mine... He was lean and firm with muscle, and cliché as it was, feeling the strength of his body made me feel safe.
"I've been thinking about this," he said. "Every day, every hour since the last time I had you in my bed."
I swallowed...
"Me too," I said, and it was the truth.
He reached down and grasped the hem of my dress and peeled it over my head...
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open...
And he tossed my dress into his apartment...
It landed on the soft rug in the foyer... I looked at it, the silk crumpled in a sad heap, and then stepped out of the elevator.
Sam followed and the elevator doors closed behind him...
"Do you remember your safe-word?" he asked me.
I nodded. I hoped I wouldn't have to use it tonight. I hadn't enjoyed it much the one time I did, and I didn't think Sam enjoyed it either.
But he knew I thought that he had pushed me too far, and I didn't think he was any more eager to repeat the experience than I was.
"Go sit on the couch and wait for me," he said. I bent to pick up my dress, not wanting it to get wrinkled, but he said, "Leave it," and I did.
I wasn't willing to disobey a direct order.
The apartment was dark, lit only by the usual orange glow of the city sky.
I walked into the living room, moving carefully in my high heels, and came to a stop, trying to remember where the sofa was.
Behind me, I heard Sam set down his keys and then a lamp clicked on, bathing the room in warm yellow light.
I took the last few steps towards the sofa and sat down, feeling my pulse beat rapidly in the hollow of my throat... I was suddenly nervous...
I crossed my legs and then uncrossed them again, folding my hands together in my lap.
How was one supposed to sit, wearing nothing but a bra and panties in a billionaire's apartment?
Sam moved around the room, placing his wallet and phone on the desk, draping his coat over a chair and turning on a few more lamps.
He took his time and ignored me completely as he performed his getting-home ritual, and I sat and watched him, my skin prickling, waiting with anticipation for whatever would come next.
His show of disinterest heightened the anticipation I was feeling... I didn't know when he would turn the laser focus of his green gaze on me, but I knew from experience that it would be like staring into the sun.
He moved behind me and placed his hands on my bare shoulders, stroking his fingers lightly against my collarbones.
I shivered at the sensation...
He trailed one hand down my bra strap and along the lacy edge of the cup, then down to the small satin bow resting between my breasts...
"Very nice," he said.
"Thank you. It's the only underwear I have that matches," I said.
"I wasn't talking about your bra," he said. "I'm more interested in what's beneath it. Why don't you take that off and let me have a look at you?"
I didn't know why I felt nervous. It wasn't like he'd never seen me naked before. He had touched me everywhere... Even watched me come. There weren't going to be any surprises.
He wouldn't watch me take off my bra and suddenly decide that my breasts were too lumpy for him to want anything to do with...
But even still, my heart was in my mouth as I raised my hands behind my back and unclasped my bra.
Part of it was that I couldn't see his face... I was so used to reading his expressions...the quirk of his mouth, the way his eyelids lowered...that not being able to see him had me feeling a little off-kilter.
I wanted to be able to see how he reacted.
Maybe he was doing it on purpose... Maybe he wanted me to be uncomfortable...
I slid my bra straps down my arms and tossed the lacy fabric onto the coffee table.
My nipples, exposed to the cool air, promptly tightened into hard nubs.
"Gorgeous," Sam murmured, and slid his hands down over my breasts.
I arched into his touch...
His palms... God, his fingers, they seared my skin and made every nerve light up.
I wanted him...
I never knew my body could feel like this... That I could want someone so badly, every molecule of my being was crying out to feel him pressed against me.
Sam pinched my nipples, not hard, but enough to make me squirm against the sofa.
I had been ready for this since we got into his car. And I didn't want to wait any longer, but I knew that if I said anything, he would make me wait twice as long.
He was like that.
"What should I do with you tonight, Mercedes?" he asked me. His hands slid down to trace light patterns against the sensitive undersides of my breasts. "You obviously have something in mind. Women don't wear matching underwear unless they're planning to show it to someone."
He was right about that, and I wondered how he knew.
I would be surprised that he had ever seen underwear that didn't match. I would've thought that he mainly had sex with women who did everything in their power to keep him enthralled.
I was certainly doing my best... He wasn't going to see my panties with the elastic fraying along the leg holes.
I was babbling again. At least it wasn't out loud.
"What about guys...you? About your underwear?" I asked.
He chuckled...
"Who says I'm wearing any?"
I felt my eyes widen... So he was... Did he mean he was naked under those expensive trousers?
That he'd sat there all through dinner...
When I didn't respond, Sam moved his hands back to my nipples and twisted...
I yelped and felt a sudden warmth spreading through my breasts, radiating outward from my nipples.
It should've hurt, and it in a way, but I didn't mind the slight pain. It made me feel like I was fully awake at last...
Like my whole life up until this moment had been a long dream, and I had finally opened my eyes.
"That's it, babe," Sam said, and I tipped my head back against the sofa, looking up at him, feeling my panties grow damp between my thighs.
I didn't know what to say, but I hoped he would see something in my eyes that would convey to him what I needed, and how badly.
"Sweetheart," Sam said, voice low, and moved one hand to caress my cheek, a brief touch to my cheekbone. "I think you're ready."
I looked up at him, neck arched backward, throat bared...
He moved his hands to my hair and began pulling out the bobby pins that were holding together the messy French twist I'd spent half an hour constructing with the aid of a video tutorial.
He placed each pin on the side table with a small click...
When he had gotten most of them, he ran his hands through my hair, searching for any strays, combing out my hair with his fingers.
Finished with that, he said,
"I want you to get up and take off your underwear. Then I want you to walk into the bedroom and sit on the end of the bed."
"My shoes..." I started.
His eyes looked very dark in the dim lamplight...
"Leave them on."
At that, I stood and shimmied my panties down my hips. They landed on the rug and I stepped out of them, lifting one foot at a time, careful not to overbalance.
I had gotten much better at walking in heels, but wine and arousal were combining to make me unsteady on my feet.
Sam watched me, his hands curled around the back of the sofa... He was gripping so hard that his knuckles had turned white.
I shook my hair back over my shoulder...
I had spent most of my life feeling small and powerless, insignificant, a tiny cog turning and turning in the big wheel of the city; but the way that Sam looked at me made me feel like my life finally meant something to someone other than me.
It was an expansive feeling...
It swelled inside me until I thought I might burst.
Fully naked except for my shoes, I walked around the sofa, brushed passed Sam and headed for the bedroom...
The bedroom was dark aside from the faint light coming in through the ceiling-to-floor windows along one wall.
But the bed was covered in white linens and it seemed to glow in the darkness, enough so that I was able to walk to it without fumbling.
I found the end and sat, shoes planted on the floor, the sheets soft beneath me...
From the doorway, Sam said,
"You could've turned on the light."
I didn't respond...
I didn't think he really wanted me to.
He hit a switch on the wall and a small lamp beside the bed turned on, casting a warm circle of light.
Now I looked at him, my body aching, waiting for him to come to me.
Sam crossed the room, his feet soundless on the plush carpet.
"Lie down," he said.
That sounded promising...
I shifted backward a few inches and lay back on the bed. The comforter was so fluffy that it felt like lying in a cloud.
I kept my head raised so that I could see him... I wanted to watch what he did next.
Sam set his hands on my knees and drew them upward, along my inner thighs, but stopped just short of where I really wanted him to place them.
"You know how to be good for me, don't you?"
My face went hot...
"Yes," I said.
"Tell me," he said.
How could I say it?
How could I not?
"I need to stay still and not say anything," I said.
"Very good," he said, and sunk to his knees on the carpet.
I held my breath... I was so wet and I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but I thought that maybe... Actually, I hoped...
Sam moved his hands to my thighs again, stroking the crease of my hip and then gently spreading my legs apart, opening me to him.
I let my head fall back against the mattress and closed my eyes...
My hands drew into fists and I tucked them into my hips. I would be good. I wouldn't move at all.
Sam carefully hooked his hands behind my knees and pushed them outward and up, towards my shoulders... And I tried not to think about how exposed I was.
He could see everything...
I tried not to be embarrassed because he had already seen me naked, and clearly liked it well enough that he wanted to do it again.
But my old habits of shyness and concealment were hard to shake.
I hoped he wouldn't say anything...
And he didn't...
Maybe he could read my body language, or maybe he just didn't like talking too much during sex.
However, I felt his hair brushing against my inner thigh and then the touch of his lips, soft and dry, in the crease of my right leg, where I had a small, hidden birthmark.
I let out a quiet gasp and arched my back, desire filling me like a river overflowing its banks. Was he going to...?
"Hold your legs," he said, moving his hands away from my knees, and I obeyed instantly, curling my hands around the back of my thighs, holding myself open.
The next thing I felt was Sam's fingers stroking at my wet slit...
And I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
His touch was light, teasing, and he ran his thumb along my folds a few times before he moved his hand to hook around my leg and tug me closer to him...
Closer toward the edge of the bed.
"Don't move," he said, and I froze, every muscle clenched with anticipation... Until I felt his mouth against me and the tension turned into a sudden liquid warmth as I practically melted into the bed.
I had never felt anything like it...
I had never imagined anything like his tongue sliding against me, slick and languid one moment and fluttering the next.
I gripped my thighs tightly, afraid I would let go without meaning to. And the world narrowed to a single, molten point...
Sam's mouth between my legs, teaching me an entirely new vocabulary of pleasure.
He went slowly at first, licking me in long strokes, making me tender and swollen. And I squirmed against him, wanting more, but also already so overwhelmed that I wasn't sure I would survive it.
Had anyone ever died from pleasure?
Maybe I would be the first.
It wouldn't be a bad way to go...
As I grew hotter and more eager, opening to Sam, I noticed that my hips started rocking against him in small involuntary pulses.
He took it as an invitation and intensified his exploration, sucking and even using his teeth, gently, but enough to make me moan.
I felt that familiar pressure building, and it grew more urgent the more he worked me over with his mouth. It was a feeling like the tickle right before a sneeze.
"Sam," I said, urgently, wanting him to stop so I could have a moment to catch my breath, but also not wanting him to stop at all.
I wanted him to keep going until I crested and fell, joyous over the edge.
He must've heard the frantic note in my voice, because he pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand...
"You've had enough."
"No," I said, hiking my knees higher, wishing I hadn't said anything. I spread my legs hopefully, wanting him to go back to what he had been doing.
But he chuckled and said,
"Turn over."
It took me longer than it should have... My legs, when I released them, were stiff and uncooperative, and I had to lie still for a moment before I could muster the strength to roll over.
My legs dangled awkwardly onto the floor and I crawled forward onto the bed, drawing my knees beneath me.
Sam stood and sat beside me, placing one hand on my back and sliding it down over the curve of my ass.
"I didn't give you permission to speak."
I flushed...
The skin of my face suddenly felt too tight.
He was right... I had told him I would be good, that I wouldn't say anything. And then I said his name, and ruined it.
"I'm sorry," I said.
Was that the right thing to say?
Did he want me to apologize?
He shook his head, looking regretful.
"That isn't good enough, Mercedes. It's better to ask permission than forgiveness. If you aren't able to be good for me..."
I sat up instantly, horrified...
"I can be good!" I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just so... But I can be good, I'll do whatever you say, just please..."
"Hush," Sam said. "I'm not angry. It's my fault." He brushed my hair out of my face. "Do you want to show me that you can be good?"
"Yes," I said, nodding frantically. I would've done just about anything to redeem myself. "I do, please, let me show you..."
"Hush," he said again. "Lie down across my lap."
I hesitated at first... I could only imagine one reason he would ask me to do that, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
The position alone would be humiliating, like I was a naughty child caught with one hand in the cookie jar. But he looked so calm and matter-of-fact about it that I was able to ignore my reservations.
Sam had been good to me so far... He had listened to me when I used my safe-word... If I didn't like it, he would let met stop.
What was the harm in giving it a try?
Slowly and awkwardly, I went onto all fours and arranged myself over his lap.
It was difficult to balance myself, with him sitting on the edge of the bed. But I did the best that I could, and he curled his left hand around my waist, helping to hold me in position.
I turned my face to one side, resting against the bed, and gave myself over to it...
To the shame, the arousal, the feeling of his wool trousers against my bare belly and the feeling of his erection pressed against my abdomen.
He wasn't just punishing me; he wanted this. And that made me want it, too...
Sam stroked my ass with his free hand in small circles... And then, without warning, lifted his hand and brought it down with a resounding smack...
I yelped...
It escaped from me with that first stroke and I immediately bit my tongue to hold in any further noises. I had to be quiet. I had to be good...
I would be so good that he would keep me in his bed forever.
The blows reined down in quick succession... He hit me with his open palm, fingers spread, making a loud sound every time and sending waves of sparkling pain through my body.
My parents had beaten me when I was a child, but this felt nothing like those early spankings. Sam wasn't trying to hurt me; he was trying to make me feel the power he had over me, and all the pleasure and pain he could give me.
I felt alive...
It did hurt...
That wasn't the goal; it was a side effect, but my nerve endings didn't care...
My brain did care, though, and it told me that the slight pain I was feeling wasn't pain at all... it was ecstasy, in a slightly different form.
The skin of my ass felt hot under Sam's hands... And my skin tingled with slap, so much so, my scalp prickled, my toes curled, my pussy throbbed, and I bit down on my lower lip until I tasted blood.
But I wouldn't make a noise. I would be good...
Sam stopped after some time and smoothed his hand over my ass in a comforting manner. Then he moved his hand down between my legs...
He pushed his finger inside of me and then smeared the wetness over my swollen clit, stroking me in languid circles.
I breathed through my nose, desperate, trying to hold on...
"You're ready," he said. Then he slid one hand beneath my thighs and the other beneath my shoulders and lifted me from his lap.
He carried me around the side of the bed and lay me on the mattress on my stomach.
I clung to him, limp and almost beyond language, but he gently disentangled my hands from his shirt and stepped back to take off his clothes.
I watched him from where I was on the bed, as he unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his muscular chest, as he unzipped his trousers and revealed the length of his erection.
He really wasn't wearing underwear. And I wanted to feel him on top of me, pressing me down into the bed...
I wanted to feel him inside of me...
My skin prickled all over, and I thought I would fall to pieces the instant he touched me.
He folded his clothes and put them on a nearby chair, slowly and deliberately. Then opened a drawer of the bedside table.
I watched him open a condom and roll it onto his thick cock. Then I watched him climb onto the bed...
Next, I felt him leave gentle kisses all over my ass, where it was still smarting.
He turned me over after a while and knelt above me, the very picture of masculine glory, and I reached for him with my limp arms, wanting...
"You showed me," he murmured, leaning down. "You were very good."
He kissed me then, deep and passionate and I tasted myself on his tongue...
I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his shoulders and we were still kissing when he pushed inside me...
I couldn't last long, not after what he'd put me through. And I felt my orgasm building as soon as he rolled his hips against me.
As he moved faster, I dug my fingers into the dense muscles of his back and felt my mouth opening in a soundless moan.
His cock dragged out of me and I was on fire, then he pushed back in and I was hurtling through space...
I didn't control my body anymore... I was completely at Sam's mercy, and he was going to make me come like this was our last night on earth.
"Excellent!" I heard him saying, from a great distance. "You're almost there, aren't you? Be a good girl and come for me, baby."
But I didn't, not right then. However, a few strokes later, my tense muscles all released at once, in a sweeping cataclysm that shook me down to my very bones.
When it ended, I relaxed against the mattress, too exhausted to move. Sam was smiling down at me, a look in his eyes that I couldn't identify and was afraid to.
Then he regained composure and started powering into me, so deeply it was almost too pleasurable in the aftermath of my orgasm.
After a while, his face tightened and he shook apart in my arms.
He rolled off me, and for several minutes we lay together in silence, breathing, sharing space, our hands tangled together between our sweating bodies.
"I could use a shower," he said at last, and I giggled.
"I could too."
Sam's bathroom was enormous. I had never seen anything like it.
His walk-in shower had a skylight, dark now, and two big shower heads that poured down on us like rain.
We scrubbed each other, laughing about nothing, and dried off with his plush white towels.
Then we went back into the bedroom, and he gave me a bathrobe to wear... And a comb.
I sat at his dressing table and combed out my hair... The clock on the wall told me it was only 11...much too early for bed.
I usually didn't fall asleep until around 4 am. And I silently wondered if he would expect me to leave, or expect me to spend the night.
He probably had to work in the morning...
Before I could decide if I should say something about it, he solved the problem for me. He came over to me, dressed in a pair of low-slung black pants and nothing else, and took the comb from my hand.
Then he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek...
"If you stay here tonight, we can have fresh bagels in the morning, and I'll have Harry take you back to your apartment."
"I don't want you to go to any trouble," I said. "If you have to work..."
"You could never cause me trouble," he said. "I don't want you to think that."
I looked down at my hands, overwhelmed... Sam was one of the most powerful men in the city...probably in the country...and I still didn't believe that I had any right to his time.
Whenever he ate dinner with me, that was time he could've spent contributing to the global economic system, as Joss would put it. I always felt vaguely guilty, like I was preventing him from finding the solution to world peace...
"Mercedes," he said sharply. I looked up. "I enjoy spending time with you. I want you to stay here tonight, so that I can see you again in the morning. If you need to go home, of course that's fine, but I don't want you to leave just because you think you're imposing."
"Okay," I said, and smiled at him, tremulously, to show that I understood.
I didn't, not really, but I would try.
"Okay," he said. He stroked my damp hair and said,
"I never go to sleep this early, and I'm sure you don't. We could watch a movie, if you'd like."
I thought about it... Curled together on his comfortable sofa, close together in the dark? It was a no-brainer.
"I would like that a lot," I said.
And that was what we did.
We put on some forgettable action flick, and ate popcorn Sam made on the stove. I fell asleep partway through, and woke to see him gazing at me with a soft look on his face.
"What is it?" I asked, sleepy, rubbing my eyes.
"I'm happy," he said. "That's all."
I knew what he meant...
I was happier than I had ever been... Happier than I thought I had any right to be, and it scared me, because I knew that happiness didn't last.
This story still disturbs me quite a bit and as a result I pre-empt some of it. I add stuff to make it more tolerable...at least to me...but I try not to take away from the story line.
Anywayyyy...yesterday was my birthday! And I feel honored to be listed among the ranks of those of my readers who are January born, even though I was born on the last day :)
I will, however, never discount those who were born on the other months of the year. Anyone having a birthday today, tomorrow etc. Even your kids, or relatives, Happy Happy Birthday!
Stay safe!