Alice wasn’t sure how long she had been lying there, when she eventually felt able to move. Slowly, she pushed herself off the massage table, on which she had just experienced the most extreme climax of her life, and pulled on the white towelling robe that was hanging on the back of the door. Her wet clothes from earlier had disappeared, along with man who had given her such intense pleasure.
Looking around the spa room for some idea of what to do next, she noticed a new piece of paper on the marble countertop.
“Part 3: Performance.
If you wish to continue the interview process, leave this room, turn right, and enter through the fourth door on your left.
If you wish to leave, ring the bell, and your clothes will be brought to you.”
Alice didn’t even hesitate. Barefoot, and wearing nothing but the belted robe, she pushed open the door and made her way down the landing. All was quiet except for the rain pattering on the long windows and the glass dome above her. She could see over the balustrade down into the main atrium, also deserted. The doors off of the landing were white panelled, with round, brass handles, and she walked past three, stopping at the fourth. She paused, uncertain whether or not to knock. The instructions hadn’t mentioned that, so she placed her hand on the cool brass knob and swiftly turned it and pushed the door open, before she could change her mind.
Inside, the room was almost pitch-black, just a rectangle of light thrown onto the carpet from the open doorway. She knew if she closed the door behind her, she would be blind, at least until her eyes adjusted. So she took a few steps in, and waited, listening for movement, trying to sense if there were another presence in the room. She was exceedingly aware of her own breath, her pulse, her heartbeat, and trying to slow and calm them.
Was that an outline of a bed in the middle of the room? It appeared to be a four-poster, dominating the large space. Before she could take in any more, she felt movement behind her, and the door swung closed, leaving her unsure as to whether or not her eyes were even open in the all-encompassing darkness. Alice remained still, desperately using all her senses to glean any information from her surroundings.
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, and there was warm breath above her ear, as arms came round her and undid the loose knot at the belt of her robe. It fell open and she sighed in acquiescence as firm hands parted the fabric, exposing her breasts to the air. She felt her nipples instantly pebble into hardness, and shrugged her shoulders slightly to enable the robe to slide off them and pool on the floor. Now she was naked, in a dark room, with a stranger, and oddly at peace with that. As she tried to reconcile these facts in her mind, the hands slid off her shoulders, down her arms, and to her wrists. The sensation of skin on hers and the flow of movement were pleasingly familiar to her, and she was reassured that this man knew how to give her pleasure.
He encircled her wrists with his fingers, and lifted them – higher… higher, before placing her hands gently on her own head. Then she felt the breath retreat and his presence withdraw slightly. He was moving around her, circling, as she stood perfectly still in the position in which he’d placed her. As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she could make out his silhouette. Tall – a head taller than she – with broad shoulders, and narrow hips, he moved silently on the carpeted floor. The stark lines of his shape and the warmth emanating from him indicated that he wore no more clothes than she.
A finger trailed down her spine and she shivered. Then her left nipple was lightly brushed. She could already feel moisture pooling between her thighs. Next, a touch across that sensitive seam between buttock and thigh. She tried to relax into the contact, but the anticipation of his next move kept her tense and focused.
Alice gasped as her right nipple was briefly pinched. Then a finger glided between her legs, eliciting a moan from her, and collecting a drop of her nectar there. The finger was brought to her mouth and she just had time to flick out her tongue to taste herself on his skin before it withdrew. She registered her own flavours of citrus and salt.
Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on her throat, and shoulders, a brief sting of teeth, licked away. Over and over, licking, sucking, nipping, moving down to her breasts and back up and around to her neck and shoulder-blades, until she was moaning in desire and frustration.
She wanted to run her hands through his hair, and pull his mouth to her hard nipples. But when she moved her hands from her head, he stopped the delicious torment and stepped away.
“No. If you move, this stops. You stay where I put you. Do you understand?”
Alice’s mind was conflicted. His tone spoke to something inside her that she hadn’t realised was there. She wanted to touch him, to have the freedom to move as she pleased. But more than that, she didn’t want him to stop. And surpassing that again, was a deep need to do what he said. A craving to just give in and obey.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, placing her hands back on top of her head, and waiting for his next move.
To her relief, his whole hands moved over her, kneading and cupping – hips, breasts, buttocks, sliding between her legs from behind, slipping briefly between her pussy lips, teasing her clit with a lightning-fast brush of one digit, before moving back again. She moaned again and tried to bear down on the two fingers that swiftly pushed inside her, stretching her and exploring her hot, tight passage, but again they were removed before she could enjoy the pressure she craved so much.
“Greedy girl,” he admonished, but it sounded like praise, feeding her need for his approval.
Now his hand was on the small of her back, guiding her a few steps over the soft floor, away from the bed and into the far corner. Chinks of light from between slatted blinds at the windows revealed the outline of an armchair, into which his silhouette receded.
“Kneel,” he commanded quietly, and she sank to her knees in front of him. Now she could smell him – woody and fresh, with a musky undertone that made her crave to know his taste.
“Please me.” His words again triggered a need in Alice – to obey and submit, to pleasure him and make him happy.
Eagerly, she shuffled forward on her knees until she was between his legs. Trailing her fingertips up and down his thighs, she relished the freedom to touch him for the first time. Moving her hands to between his legs, she cupped his balls, weighing their heaviness and learning their shape; and wrapped her other hand around the base of his shaft, in order to guide her open mouth to his tip.
Her fingers wouldn’t meet around his hot hardness, and her pussy throbbed in response to her excitement. She licked her lips and lowered her mouth to take in the head of his cock, feeling his low moan as well as hearing it, as her lips enclosed him in hot wetness. Sliding her mouth down the thick head a little further, she ran her tongue around the rim and was rewarded with a jerk of his hips. She realised he was circumcised, and explored the difference in feel, sensation, and sensitivity, repeating the action of circling his rim and loving his response. She withdrew her lips to enable her to worship his entire length with long, languorous licks. He was long and thick and hot and hard and smooth, and she swept her tongue up and down, round and round, learning every millimetre of him, feeling each vein, tracing them with her tongue.
Satisfied that his whole cock was wet, she returned her attention to the head, seeking out the sensitive spots, pushing her tongue into his slit, tasting his salty precum. As she wrapped her lips back around his rim and sucked, more and more precum filled her mouth, and she became aware that she was moaning just as he was.
The slickness running down his shaft lubricated her palm and fingers, and she continued to stroke one hand up and down the base, while the other teased and fondled his smooth balls, feeling him pulse and contract in her grip.
So, so gently, her teeth grazed his hot hardness before her tongue lapped away the sensation, and she slid her lips yet further down. A hand on the back of her head exerted just enough pressure to make her take more, and she gagged slightly as he hit the back of her mouth. His groan of appreciation sent a gush of heat and wetness from her very core, flooding her pussy lips, as juices from his cock continued to seep and slip down her throat. He tasted salty, with an edge of sweetness, and she knew she would never have enough of his flavour.
She withdrew from his length slightly and started to suck harder, bobbing her head up and down to mimic her cunt sliding over and over his cock as she fucked him. His hips were moving in tandem with her head now, thrusting to meet her lips, and each time, she could feel her throat take him a fraction deeper. Then both his hands were holding her head steady so he could fuck her mouth in earnest. Jaw aching and eyes watering, her hands on his thighs to steady herself, she submitted totally, to be used for his pleasure. His gentle firmness was unbelievably arousing, and she squirmed her hips as her head remained still for him.
Her clit throbbed, and her cunt ached for him, so desperate to feel his hot hardness filling her, fucking her tight hole in the same way as he was fucking her mouth. He was moving faster now, and she hummed her awe and excitement around his thick length, knowing the vibrations would drive him further towards a climax.
Suddenly, she felt the muscles in his thighs cord and tense. A guttural groan emanated from him, and his cock erupted in her mouth, spurting and throbbing and shooting hot, salty cum down her throat. She gulped and swallowed gratefully, but he wrenched himself from her mouth and continued to shoot strands of creamy cum over her neck and breasts, marking her as his, covering her in his seed.
The realisation that he was claiming her in such a primitive way, and the sensation of his hotness branding her skin set off a chain reaction deep in her core. It built so quickly that Alice wasn’t sure she knew what was happening, even as she rode the waves of pleasure emanating from within her cunt, and rippling out to engulf her in their all-encompassing bliss. She was cumming, she realised. Without warning, without touching, without trying. Just from the heady, erotic pleasure of pleasing him, obeying him, having him claim her with his cum in her throat and on her skin. Her mind raced. This had never happened to her before, and she couldn’t quite believe it, even as she felt her juices gush from her contracting cunt, coating her thighs with their slick heat.
As he gasped and groaned, she moaned her own ecstasy, and panted her reaction to the shockwaves still pulsing through her clit and cunt.
He pulled her up onto her knees and lifted her chin with two fingers. His face was close to hers and she knew he was looking into her eyes.
“Did you just cum?” he asked.
“Yes,” Alice admitted, breathlessly.
“You will never, ever, again, cum without my permission,” he stated. And she knew deep inside her, without a single doubt, that this was what she needed, what she craved.
He leaned in to capture her mouth with his. Knowing he was tasting himself on her tongue, she shuddered at the intensity of the kiss, revelling in the knowledge that she had brought him to climax and pleased him well.
His hands massaged her breasts, spreading his thick cum over them, collarbones to nipples, as she arched into his palms. He pulled his mouth away slightly.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” she murmured against his lips.
“Good,” was the satisfied response. “Because now there are consequences…”
