0 comments/ 6632 views/ 0 favorites The Upper Hand By: hyde2hyde You pull back the door and gesture me to enter, and I smell the faint whiff of scented candles and see their lights flicker in the otherwise darkened room. I follow you into the middle of the spacious corner room and stand watch your reflection from you as you turn your back to me, face the mirror and lift your hair. I long to rush to you, to wrap my arms around you and kiss you; chase my tongue down your shoulder to the nape of your neck, and feel the heat of your body press into mine. "You say nothing! And help me undo this damned dress" you tell me firmly, and I feel both surprised and caught off guard by your tone. I throw my jacket over a table off to the side of the room and raise my hands to locate the clasp of the zipper of your dress. Gently I tug on the zip and it moves south, my fingers brushing your bare skin and revealing a black lace bra strap braced across your back. The zip comes to a halt in the curve of your back, and the sight of revealed skin sends a thrill shooting through me and urges me to run my tongue down your back. I feel my cock stir with desire for you! You swivel quickly to face me, and look me straight in the eyes as you peel your dress off and forward, at first revealing shoulders and such beautiful cleavage captured within the sexiest lace bra I have ever seen, and continuing to reveal stomach and the curve of hips before exposing the matching pattern of lace of your skimpy panties. I am torn between maintaining eye contact but my pulse quickens and my trapped member throbs, and I break your gaze quickly to drink in the beauty exposed before me. My eyes return to meet yours, and you know you own me, you have me, and I want you so completely! Again my eyes dart downwards to watch you peel the dress down your legs and step out of it. The pale skin of the top of your thighs is offset by hold up stockings that match your panties and bra, and my manhood throbs and aches to be released, and to touch you. I stand stock still, watching you turn sideways and bend over to pick up the dress and take it to drape over the table. I am captured by the sight and my longing for you and I realize my fists are clenched at my sides, and my trapped cock throbs, as if to demand urgent release! You step close and unfasten my shirt buttons. When they are all released you step behind me and pull the shirt down off my arms, tugging it inside out over my wrists before discarding it in a heap. Your hands slip under mine and for the first time I feel the warmth of your body press into my back and spoon up against me, as your arms embrace my body and your fingers explore the waistline of my trousers. I can barely swallow, and am suddenly surprised by you as you sink your teeth playfully into my neck, and nip me! I wonder if you feel me shudder as my breath is driven from me, wonder if the goosebumps you have given me have gone un-noticed, caused by the feel of your hot breath on my neck and my ear. Your fingers find the outline of my trapped erection, and I feel you explore me there with finger and thumbnail, stroking, exploring, and teasing me through the material and soliciting throbs and twitches and a soft groan in response. Inside I am begging you to release me! Your hands finally unfasten my belt and the button and undo the zipper and slide it down so slowly that I think I am going to die of this beautiful torment. My trousers you let fall to pool at my knees, and then hook into my underpants and draw these down also. My engorged manhood is trapped and pulled downwards with them until the elastic drags free of the head, and my full erection bounces back and slaps my stomach. I feel the coolness of your fingers circle around my shaft and stretch my foreskin backwards to unsheathe the head of my cock which is throbbing constantly now! You tease again with the lightest drag of your nails chasing around the outline of the head of my manhood. With a foot you force down my trousers and underwear to my ankles and I willingly stoop to discard the entwined remainder of my clothing until I stand naked in front of you, my arms at my side. A hand returns to encircle my engorged cock, and toys with it at the same time I feel your lips kissing my neck, your tongue flicking and licking my ear lobe and your teeth playfully biting on me. I groan as you stroke my full length, and shudder as you whispered with hot breath into my ear. "You've been a very bad boy this evening haven't you?" My hands clenched in reaction, unsure and scared how to respond, and you pull your hand up and down the length of my shaft squeezing a drop of pre cum from me swirling it around my glands deliciously, as your tongue flickers inside my ear and raises goose bumps from me again. You repeat the question as your thumb swirls again running the tip of your nail into the eye of my penis. I cry out, a muted whimper at the heaven and hell, love it and hate it feeling crashing through me. You run your finger down the underside of my shaft and gathered my balls in your fingers, nails scratching and stroking. Every flick of your tongue, every hot word breathed into my ear sends me spinning, and I wonder if you enjoy the effect you have over me? I wonder if you realize the completeness of the power you yield, and I hope my surrender gives you pleasure! I am unable to lie, my body hides nothing from you right down to the goosebumps that advertise my helplessness and the power you have over me! "You know you have Jay Jay, so stop fighting it! I'm going to teach you a lesson" you whisper to me and again I shudder at the implied threat. I could leave, walk away but my need to stay is overwhelming, and I stay! I feel you move behind me. You open a bag and rummage inside it producing some handcuffs, and spin me around to face you, as you dangle them from one finger, your eyes searching mine, and approach me! The loop of steel dangles from your hand provocatively and touches my cock and stomach, the cold making me flinch! I swallow hard as you watch me closely! First you raise and cuff one wrist , the ratcheting of the cuff sounding so final, then the second, before lifting my arms and looping my wrists around my neck, elbows splayed upwards. You seem happy with my restraints and back off a couple of feet standing in front of me , watching my reaction as you reached behind and unclasp your bra, leaving it fall away and exposing your breasts to me, and watching my eyes drink in the view. "I know you want to see these, Don't you?" And even as you ask the question your hand returned to my member and strokes me. I look at the pale perky breasts bared in front of me, and want so much to touch them or to kiss them but you step in really close until finally I feel the warmth of your breasts touch my chest, and feel the hardness of your nipples as you slide your body around to give unfettered access to my manhood but maintaining the touch of your skin on my flank. You want to see and touch these don't you? Your voice more demanding and insistent now! I bite my lip and nod in a hot flush of shame, and am bereft as you leave me and walk away. I watch you return to your bag and rummage briefly before pulling out something in your left hand. With a weird mixture of thrill and trepidation I recognize the object as a paddle and my pulse races. You return once again to stand close to me , right hand gripping my cock, breasts slid up against my right flank, and I feel the hard surface of the paddle smooth over the cheeks of my arse, as if playing with me, and readying me for the sting that is to come. Your right hand moves in a long stroke along my length, until your fingers encircle the base of my cock and shift forward along my member until you lift the paddle bringing it down hard on my nates. The first blow shocks me, more than hurts me. My cock twitches and drives forward into your hand, and the paddle raises and falls again, in time with the movement of your other hand teasing my member, milking a drop of precum and spreading it with your thumb around my head. The rhythm is set in a slow pace, matching the sweet torment of my member and driving me forward into your grip with each sharp sting of the paddle. My butt warms with each swathe of your left hand and my breathing falls into the rhythm you dictate. At each blow the pain builds a little but mingles and mixes with the pleasure I feel, and I throb for you so obviously. The force of your strokes builds gradually, until I realize I am moaning with each slow coordinated stroke of your paddle and your fingers wrapped around my hardness. Endorphins rush to mix with my pleasure and I feel helpless, wanting to stop, but needing it to continue. At that moment I swear you must be able to read my mind, each blow increasing in intensity and the frequency increasing in time with the stroke of my shaft. I shiver as I realize you mean to play with me, to torture me with such sweet torment, and that I have already surrendered all control to you. Part of me wonders if you enjoy this thrill, wishing I could find some evidence of your own pleasure, but I am yours to control. The speed and intensity has increased now to the point I am burning, but still rock hard for you, a swirling haze of pleasure and pain that are inseparable, and impossible to understand. Each new blow produces a throaty moan from me, and I feel your skin on my flank as if to feed off my reaction. The hand on my cock is now stroking me hard, urging me to come, and catching my forward movement driven by your paddle. The sounds seem outrageously loud in the darkened room, but I drift away as my mind swirls. I bite my lip, praying for the build to my orgasm which is oh so close, stood on tip toes as you spank me. That familiar feeling is soon I just know, but just as suddenly you stop, and grip my cock, quelling my movements, and drop the paddle, and your hand goes to feel the effect on the hot skin of my arse, denying my release, and producing a long moan of anguish and utter, total need for you. You slide around to my front drawing me close, my erection touching the bare skin above your panties and trapped between our stomachs, each of your hands sample my burning skin, nails dragging as you kiss me, hot, wet and deeply, tongue probing me, as if testing the devastation you produce in me. I throb for you, as your tongue flutters inside me. You pull away and tell me to sit on the foot of the bed, and I oblige, although somewhat pensive about what else you have in mind for me. First you stand and push my legs wide apart so you can stand between them and I feel the sheen of you stockings against my legs. My arms are aching, my wrists still pinioned together behind my neck, and you lift them forward over my head to my relief, as the blood starts to return to them. Your hands guide me to the waist of your panties and with a thrill I loop my fingers through them and watch you bite your lip as I pull them forward and down. "Slowly" you tell me, and my hands gently pull the elasticized lace patterns downwards, revealing your pubis and as the crotch finally separates from your sex you sigh. Once down above your knees I release them and they flutter to pool around your ankles before you step out f them and flick them away. You open your legs, and pull my hands to you, and I need no further bidding. My left hand alights on the inside of your thigh allowing my right hand to upturn and delve into the gap between your thighs. I can instantly feel the damp heat of your sex,, and my fingers find you oh so wet and willing to receive them,, and I finally understand your own need for this, and the strength of your reaction to my punishment surprises and thrills me. My first and middle finger swoop along the wet length of your crack and drive the air from your lungs as my middle finger probes you and with draws, to swirl around your wet welcoming sex again. My hand works back and fore sliding along you, each time teasing the entrance a little more, returning to circle your bud, and twirling again. Faster I flick and your hands run through my hair pulling me forward till I can reach out and kiss your stomach with the inside warmth of my lips, flicking your skin with my tongue., before withdrawing and pursing my lips to blow cold air on the damp patch left by my mouth. I realize you are getting close now also, your own body telling me so with every swoop of my hand and probe of my finger, but you stop me with a clamp of those thighs trapping my hand before withdrawing from me again., I can smell your sex as you withdraw, and you walk to your bag of toys and rummage once more, producing a blindfold. I shudder as you approach me and slip it over my head, placing it on my eyes and cutting out all light, and you push me backwards until I lie flat on the bad, knees draped over the edge of the bed and feet on the floor. I sense your movement around the room, feel your hands stretch my arms over my head and realize you have clipped or tied the handcuffs to the headboard somehow. The bed gives a little as you settle your weight onto it and I feel your hand return to reinvigorate my sex, still hard but still yearning for your touch. Suddenly I feel cold breath blowing on the underside of the head of my member, then warmth huff of your open mouth, before a flick of your tongue sears me and your hand controls the jerk of my cock , as I cry out my need . Your tongue licks my gently at first, runs up and down the underside of my length before your open mouth delivers on its earlier promise and takes my head completely. Your tongue works me sweetly, swirling around me, before you take me deep with a long stroke, and I feel the velvet of your throat encompass me deliciously. You slide up and breathe again before your tongue swirls again and you repeat your dive, while sparks fly deep inside my darkened mind. You come off my cock and slide your weight up the bed. And I feel your hair on my chest before you lift the blindfold and I see those hazel eyes search mine before your lips crush down on mine, and kiss me hard long and deeply. Is it my imagination but I think I can taste my saltiness on your tongue. But the moment is fleeting. The blindfold is replaced and your weight shifts again, and leaves me burning for you once more. I sense movement and feel you return and straddle my imprisoned body, the heat and wetness of your sex on my tummy. I feel you lift and raise your body, slide backwards and take my cock with a hand and guide it upright. I yearn for your touch, for the weight of you to drive me deep inside you, but you make me wait. Then I feel you locate the tip of me and I tense in readiness. But instead of impaling yourself on my hardness you slide my head along your wet hot sex, circling your bud, chasing along your length back and forth teasing yourself with my cock as if using a vibrator. You stop and hold the tip of my head in your entrance , stock still , as if daring me to thrust into you, but as I rise my hips and arch my back to lift you ride me and keep me hanging just holding the tip of me at your entrance. I bite my lip hard and moan a guttural throaty hoarse plea for you. "I need you, please!" Suddenly your hand moves again and as you swoop my head into you it gathers your wetness and lubricates us both to swirl forward and circle and vibrate your bud. This is heaven and hell, and I yearn for release, to drive into you, but you deny me. I bite my lip and cry out in anguish and need, try to rise up and impale you, but my hands are useless and you rise up to prevent me! The swirling and vibrating is getting me now, like the sweetest torture I could ever endure, and I know I will soon come for you. Your speed is increasing now and I feel the dull ache grow into a spark, and to a flame and to white hot molten metal of inevitability that surges deep within my balls. My body tenses as my climax threatens and I try to hold on. My hands grip the sheets of the bed helplessly, and I arch my back to press upwards into you. My blood feels like its boiling and I can hold on no longer and feel the explosion at the same moment you drive onto me, sliding me deep within you and I hear you cry out and shudder as I come for you and expend myself into you! Inside the darkness of my bondage my world is a sheet of white hot lightening. Your body heaves and shudders and I feel you rack with your own orgasm. It seems to take an age for my breathing to subside, and your hands remove the blindfold, for me to catch site of you resting your weight on me, so totally desirable, and my subsiding erection twitches involuntarily as I gaze at your fantastic body still straddling me. Eventually you rise and leave me stranded still bound to the bed, and shift to lie next to me, your body spooning around me. I close my eyes and rest, luxuriating in the contact of your body, and the aftermath of my helpless orgasm! Ten minutes or so later you stir and I see you reach for something. With a start I realize you take a drink of water from a glass and kiss me, slowly releasing the water into me. My mouth and throat are parched and I swallow the water greedily. The coolness of your kiss and the sweetness of the water is a relief and you drink again, sharing the water with me. The glass goes back on the bedside table and you spoon back into me your head on my chest your hair spilling and covering my shoulder. We drift away, and my tired eyes close, catching your scent, wishing I could hold you. And time stands still. Some time later I feel you stir and rise your body up, and I awaken as you reach across me, your breasts dragging across my skin as you reach for the bedside table again. My body stirs again to the soft warmth of your breasts, and I feel my unmistakable hardening again. My eyes follow your outstretched arm to see you pick up the candle flickering there and I am instantly alarmed, and fully awakened. I freeze as you bring the candle over my stomach and hold it, before you whisper, "I'm not done with you yet. Did I tell you to come?" Every hair on my body stands on end, and I watch powerless as you angle the container holding the tea light and watch a trickle of wax pool close to the lip of the container before inexorably breaking free. Every muscle and sinew tenses as the wax drops fall the few inches above my stomach and the droplets land in a diagonal line below my navel, heading towards my member. My world explodes, my eyes close and I cry out, jerking on my bonds and I shudder, as the heat sears briefly and fades to dull warmth as I finally inhale again. But my cock hardens further, twitches again and I know that fact doesn't escape either of us. Your other hand toys with me there again, and I respond to you again, as your lips caress my neck and ear lobe, shuddering as you whisper what you intend to do with me, and punctuating the sentence with another few drops of wax searing and quickly fading on my skin, driving me wild with that heady mixture of desire and need! You own me, I am yours, do as you will with me! The Upper Hand Author's note: The story is part of Literotica's unofficial tag team competition. Twenty of Literotica's authors have accepted the challenge of being randomly paired with a partner to co-author a story under the pen name "The_Odd_Couplings." The pairings have remained anonymous and the true authors of this story will be revealed in the comments section one week from today. Disclaimer: Because part of the fun of this challenge is the secrecy of the partners I would like to ask that readers and fellow authors alike refrain from posting their guesses in the comments section as we would like the scoring to be as fair as possible. The Upper Hand At several points in his story he refrained from being as graphic as he might have been with a male friend because of the look of shock and surprise on Lilly's face. He glossed over the more advanced lessons, summing them up by saying, "She really was a kinky old broad." Lilly ignored the kinky comment and focused instead on the age reference of his "Mrs. Robinson" story. "How old was she?" "That's the funny thing. She was probably your age," Jack said. He saw Lilly's wide-eyed look of surprise and quickly realized he had accidentally called her old. That wasn't what he meant. He pretended to think for a moment before adding, "Yeah, I'd guess she was around 27 or 28, at the time, just like you." Several years had passed since Lilly had been 27 or 28. His mistake felt good, but not as good as what he said next. "You're prettier." He said it with a dismissive shrug, as if it didn't mean anything to him, just a statement of fact. Before Lilly had a chance to bask in the glow of another unexpected compliment from her corporate rival, he pounced. "Okay, your turn," he grinned. "Seeing as we are BFF's and all." Horrified, Lilly looked at her hands and fidgeted. She never expected him to share such an intimate story and now she felt trapped. She took a deep calming breath. "It was in the back of a car," she waved her hands around. "I've hated car sex ever since," she didn't really want to go into details and let her voice trail off. "I bet I could change your mind about that" Jack thought to himself but outwardly stayed silent so she would have no choice but to continue. "It was just so awkward and messy, like most girls first times I guess," she said quietly hating that she felt she had to disclose an episode on her life she would rather forget. "But like all things it gets better with practice and experience." She finally said straightening up and putting her tough, one of the boy's attitude back in place. Jack had picked up on how Lilly fidgeted and waved her hands around as she told the barest bones of her deflowering story. In the conference room at work, surrounded by a nearly all male staff, Lilly was unflappable. She was the same way with lecherous male clients who spent more time staring at her tits than her face. Seeing her uncomfortable and squirming was fun. He pressed his advantage. Was there more to this ice queen than he had suspected? What would he find if he broke past her tough boys' club exterior? "You know, by comparison, your story was rather weak," he challenged. "Fuck you," she grumbled, determined to keep up her defenses but her defenses cracked a little bit when Jack laughed. "What?" she demanded. "Now you sound like me," he grinned. Another smile? She marveled, she liked seeing those on his face, it made him seem less of a rival and more of a friendly colleague as he had once been. "Deal with it," she said. Disgusted with the lack of scenery and the long drive ahead she fished inside her purse for her phone. Sure, it was late, but maybe Olivia had replied to her email. She stared at the phone for a long moment before realizing they didn't have service, she tossed her phone back inside her purse. "I don't think so," Jack said after her little show. "Quid pro quo, you know? I told you a good story and you wimped out. If we're going to make Gregory happy and become BFFs, I think I deserve something better." "When did you start caring about Gregory?" "I don't," Jack snorted. "But you still owe me." "What else do you want to know? I gave my cherry to a bad boy who I thought loved me. We did it in the backseat of his car. It hurt like hell and he lasted less than a minute, okay?" Jack's prying was getting under skin. It was late, she was hungry and the scenery sucked even more in the dark. "What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Jack blurted out with his eyes on her instead of the road. He saw her flinch and started laughing. This was fun! Lilly flipped him off for a second time. Who did he think he was asking her a question like that? What was worse was how he kept staring at her. Sure, the road was straight and flat, but shouldn't he at least glance at it from time to time? "Care to mind the road?" she grumbled. "Not really," he said without turning his head forward again. "Fine. I once peed on the side of the road in broad daylight, okay?" Lilly shot back, determined to satisfy his curiosity without revealing anything. It was none of his business what she liked to do in the bedroom. "Amber-Marie liked it when I spanked her," he replied, finally turning his attention back to the road. Lilly gasped before catching herself. Dammit! she instantly thought, regretting giving away anything to Jack. She tried playing off the sharp intake of breath as a yawn while her heart raced. She needed to climb in front of this game of his. She tried a technique she had never tried using before on Jack. If he wanted to be over-the-top with her, she could play that game, too. After finishing her fake yawn, she said with a sultry twist to her voice, "Now you're just trying to make me wet." She patted him on the knee as she said it and bit back a giggle when Jack nearly jumped at her invasion of his personal space. Jack quickly regained his composure, surprised she would touch his leg so intimately. It was just a pat, a dismissive pat at that, like the kind one might offer a friendly dog begging for attention. Was that how she saw him, as just another man trying to get into her panties? "It's not quite that long," he quipped, hoping to turn the tables back on her. Her self-satisfied smirk told him he was still playing catch-up. On the horizon were the lights of a truck stop promising fuel and an all-night diner. Without asking, Jack switched lanes and put on his turn signal. Lilly slipped on her heels eagerly anticipating the opportunity to stretch her legs and eat. While Jack refueled, she walked into the diner and felt the eyes of the few long haul truck drivers as they worked over her body. Lilly hesitated and considered going back to the car and waiting for Jack to finish filling the tank. Unwilling to back down, she caught the eye of the waitress and mouthed the single word, "Bathroom." "Around the corner, honey," the gum chewing older woman said. Returning to the diner, Lilly found Jack standing in the foyer waiting for her. She was glad to see him. "Hungry?" he asked. She nodded, feeling very out of her element. He led her to a booth and positioned her back to the staring eyes of the truck drivers before sliding across from her. Jack ordered for both of them and never left the booth until they were done eating. He kept the conversation light and distracting, left a twenty dollar bill behind on the table for an eleven dollar check and escorted her back to the car. He opened her door, waited until she climbed inside and pressed the door lock down before closing the door. "Be right back," he said, locking her inside. He jogged back to the diner. Lilly watched him move towards the bathroom with similar urgency. Had Jack been resisting his urge to go through-out dinner? That was the only explanation and Lilly was both impressed and touched that he would look out for her in a place like this. "Think you can manage a couple more hours before we stop for the night?" he asked as he pulled the car back on the freeway. "I can if you can," she said with a genuine smile as she marveled at Jack's natural sense of chivalry. Once he had dropped the gruff work persona, he was quite charming. They rode in silence for a few miles before Lilly remember her responsibility to keep him company. "Did you really spank Amber-Marie?" she asked. It wasn't a great opening line but his smirk said she had his attention. "I did," he said, shooting her a sideways glance. "Not at first, but she taught me how to do it. She said women loved it." "What do you think?" curiosity laced the question as she asked it. His smirk turned into a big grin. "I think nearly every woman enjoys being treated like a naughty little slut from time to time." "You would," she rolled her eyes in the dark of the car but her good humor remained in her voice. She realized she had lost her edge from earlier and decided to pull out the moves that had put him on the back foot before they had stopped. Lilly reached across to lightly stroke the suit coat that hung over the back of his seat, her fingers lightly grazing his neck as they moved past it, "I don't often get to see you without your suit coat. Do you always wear Armani?" she asked trying to get the image of him spanking her for some perceived misdemeanor from her mind. Feeling a shiver run down his spine at the tickling feel of her fingers he decided to give as good as he got. His hand moved from the stick shift to caress the skirt that half covered her thigh enjoying the contrast between fabric and skin as much as the gasp his touch elicited. "Probably about as often as you wear Chanel and Prada," noting that she hadn't flinch from his touch or tensed up, he left his hand where it was as the car continued on in cruise control. He noted that Lilly looked down at his hand but didn't remove it from her leg. Interesting he thought and the arrogant smirk reappeared on his face. "Well a girl has got to compete with Armani and Hugo Boss," she laughed being on safe ground in this topic at least. His hand felt huge on her thigh and covered most of the exposed skin of her thigh above the knee. "I would bet even your underwear is designer label, probably left a lot of money on the road back there," he grinned and he felt the muscles in her thigh moved as she curled her toes. He squeezed her thigh embolden by the fact that she had not asked him to move it and quipped, "I would go further and say it was part of a matching set and when you get home you will throw the bra away too." Refusing to be the first one to cry "Uncle," Lilly turned slightly in her seat and ran a finger around the collar of his silk shirt. "You're one to talk, is this pure silk? And don't bother telling me you don't know or that it came with the suit because I won't believe you." Turning her body further towards him, had made her skirt rise higher on her thigh. Jack's hand followed her skirt's hem and in a caressing movement also rose higher up her thigh. Lilly gasped. "Something wrong?" Jack asked belatedly stifling the small laugh that crept into his voice. Lilly had considered ending their little game of chicken until she caught that laughter in his voice. Upping the stakes, she ignored his hand and stroked her own from the collar of shirt down over his chest, finding herself surprised at how muscular his chest felt. While many women spoke about being attracted to men based on their eyes or ass, broad shoulders and a well-defined chest was what did it for her. She let her hand linger over the silk shirt covering his chest as she spoke. "Nothing feels as good as pure silk, does it?" she suggested, purposely using a soft husky voice. Though she admitted it wasn't much of a stretch at this point. "You have a very bad habit of avoiding my questions," he gave her thigh a quick smack before curling his fingers around the soft flesh of her inner thigh and giving her leg a squeeze. "I do not," she feigned innocence while letting her hand trail down his body, satisfied with the fact that his breathing had begun to increase. Her eyes glanced quickly at his groin and she smirked. After seeing his large bulge she knew she was winning this little war, despite how aroused she herself felt. He smacked her thigh again, "Liar," he growled. "Be careful," Jack said his voice ominously low, "If you act like a naughty little slut I will treat you like one." "You wouldn't dare," she challenged caught up in the scene they were creating and aroused enough to wish he would. Jack braked hard and pulled off to the side of the lonely highway. Lilly snapped back to reality stunned with the speed at which the little game she had been playing went pear shaped and knew if she backed down now she risked being called a tease or ice queen forever. She froze in her indecision. There was no indecision in Jack, she had pushed him far enough, it was time to put up or shut up. He undid her seat belt, pulled her awkwardly across the center console and across his lap. Opening his door widely to accommodate her head and shoulders he lifted the skirt and spanked her bottom hard. Surprised that his hand spanked flesh he looked appreciatively at the lace thong before spanking her again eliciting a tirade of curse words from the sexy woman. "Stop!" she screamed flailing her legs around as his free arm tried to hold them in place. "I'll stop when you admit you like it. All that fucking teasing, touching my neck and shirt, you're a slut at heart and need someone to take charge and treat you like the naughty slut you are." He punctuated his words with more spanks to her increasingly rosier cheeks. Her mind rebelled, What the fuck did he know? but the fact was, it was true. She hated the way he seemed to be able to read her mind. She had been aroused since his story about Amber-Marie, his sweetness at the restaurant and his large hands on her thigh had only increased her need, no matter how much she had treated their bantering like a game, she realized she wanted this, wanted Jack. Finally, with tears making her perfect make-up run she cried out, telling him what he wanted to hear. "Okay I admit it, I like it. I wanted you to spank me," she hung her head feeling her precarious position as her muscles relaxed and he gently caressed her sore ass. As she fully relaxed over his lap she could feel his hard on pressing into her belly which only served to arouse her even more. If he was hard, could she be winning by losing? Her head extended well past the car door. She clung to the armrest while staring at the road. Any traffic had dissipated along with the heat of the day but she knew someone might drive by at any time. Would a passing car slow enough to notice her half hanging from the car with her bare ass exposed and reddened? Jack could smell her arousal. He never would have guessed such a submissive slut hid behind the confident professional woman he competed against at work. His cock was hard and throbbing as he looked down on the beautiful woman in such a vulnerable position. Opening the door had triggered the dome light and both map reading lights, filling the car with bright light. He caressed the bright, rosy pink of her bare ass before his hand slid between her thighs his fingers rubbing over the lacy thong feeling just how wet she was. Her heated whimpers rose up to his ears and he continued to tease at the folds pulling her thong up to add further sensation. He pushed her panties to the side as his fingers entered her and he felt her moist heat. "Once again you haven't answered me properly," his free hand smacked her ass again making her squeal and buck. "You're a naughty slut aren't you?" "Yes, damn it!" "You need a man who can treat you the way you deserve to be treated, don't you?" He pressed as his fingers moved in and out of her tight wet cunt. "Yes," Lilly whimpered feeling humiliated at being made to admit her private desires to Jack. She felt herself bend to his will, "I need a man who can take control!" She admitted the deepest part of her desires. Jack was surprised by the admission but beyond pleased. His fingers continued to work on her as the thin material of her thong stretched and rubbed at her swollen clit. He felt her thighs tremble moments before she cried out and arched up, her muscles stiffening in the moment before she came over his hand. He withdrew his hand and wiped it over the back of her skirt, the dress would be ruined now, he smirked at the tirade that would probably ensue later and give him another excuse to punish her. As a final humiliation, he gripped the waistband of her panties, tugged and pulled them down her thighs and over her calves until they came free of her feet. Lilly bucked and kicked her legs trying to stop him but couldn't defeat his leverage. He tossed her panties on the floorboard near her heels before lifting her from his lap. Lilly was mostly dead weight as she moved her back to her seat like a rag doll. "I need those," she whimpered with a glance at her panties. "I'll stain my dress." "Good," he said, swinging the door shut, putting the car in drive and speeding away before she had a chance to work her seatbelt. They rode in silence for several miles as Lilly tried working through what had happened. Jack was hard. She could see the magnificent lump inside his design pants and wondered if he wore boxers or went commando. She pulled her eyes away from temptation and stared at the dark beyond the headlights as the heat of her spanking slowly eased. She remained wet and in need. She squirmed, knowing Jack would notice. Jack's bright, intelligent eyes noticed everything. Lilly pondered breaking the silence, but how? What would she say? She stole another glance at his cock. Wordlessly, Jack pulled her tiny hand and positioned it over his hard-on. Instinctively, she rubbed the long bulge and tried wrapping her fingers around it through his pants. She was glad he was hard, glad she wasn't the only one in need. She worked the flap covering his zipper. "Stop," he commanded. "You have to earn that, slut." She went back to rubbing and caressing him. Give it time, she thought. Sooner or later, you'll want more. More miles passed beneath them as she explored and worked him over. She felt his large balls and experimented with different ways of caressing his shaft. She felt his hard cock throbbing while his face remained passive. He stared at the road and nothing more. At one point, he took a sip of his coffee from a cup in the console. His nonchalant sipping of coffee was maddening. Did he care she was sitting without panties while wearing a dress? Did her hand not matter to him? She squirmed again, knowing her weeping, needful pussy would be creating a wet spot on her dress. She could smell her arousal and knew he could, too. She lost track of how many more miles passed as she suffered. Her mind filled with images of his cock created by her own need. "What's the kinkiest thing a nasty little slut like you has ever done?" Jack asked, finally breaking their silence as the horizon brightened with the distant glow of another town or truck stop. Lilly hadn't noticed a sign, but had learned enough of the desert to know it would take a long time before they reached that glow. "I-I don't know," she hedged as she sorted through a mental highlight reel of times when she had thrown caution to the wind. "Take your hand off my cock," he growled. Lilly felt rebuked as she slowly pulled her hand back to her lap but Jack wasn't done with her. He grabbed the front of her dress. His big fingers found the solid point of a hard nipple. His pinching finger and thumb startled her with his unerring accuracy and the firmness of his pinching. Lilly wasn't a masochist, but she did like it rough. That was something Olivia never understood whenever her sister set her up with another weak man more interested in gentle, soft play than understanding how sometimes a woman wants to be taken and lose all control. Sometimes, a woman wanted to be ravished by a real man who knew she wouldn't break. Lilly spent her days brushing off the advances of little men. If a man wanted her attention, he would have to command it. Somehow, Jack understood that. Or at least he did now. She gasped as she felt another flood of passionate need tingling between her legs. But somewhere in the back of her mind, the professional version of Lilly Anderson refused to remain silent. As good as Jack's finger and thumb felt pinching and twisting her nipple, he was still Jack Cooper, co-worker and chief rival for the coveted corner office. "Fuck you," she hissed between clenched teeth. The Upper Hand "You wish!" Jack laughed, releasing his grip on her tit. Jack wore his smile with pride as he worked the front of his pants. How long had he searched for a woman like Lilly? Other girls were either china dolls or cold-hearted bitches who wouldn't know a real man if he came on her face. He wanted a woman with a bit of fight to her. Slow, tender lovemaking had its place, but every single time? That wasn't his style. He could respect a woman even while pulling her over his knees and giving her the spanking she so deeply desired. That's how it had been with Amber-Marie. Ten years his senior, it had felt funny the first time she begged him to spank her. But she had taught him how to be a man and how being a man sometimes meant putting a woman in her place. He had learned the hard way that Amber-Marie's preferences weren't a one-size-fits-all solution. It didn't change what he knew he wanted to find. This power play game with Lilly was driving him crazy. He was so hard and in so much need. Enduring her cock stroking had taken every ounce of his will to keep a calm exterior while his cock throbbed beneath her tiny hand. Her "fuck you" was too much. He pulled open his pants, revealing his lack of underwear and his long, firm manhood. He saw the way her eyes went wide as he shoved his pants halfway down his thighs. Jack's prick wasn't an oversized monster of Biblical proportions though he knew he packed more than most men. Lilly had been correct when she had guessed women doted on him. What she hadn't guessed was how much he resented that. He wanted a strong woman, who could be his equal in something's but who he could also put in her place when needed. Jack worked Lilly's seatbelt release before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head into his lap. "I'll tell you when to stop," he growled, pushing on the back of her head until he heard her gag. He made sure she wasn't going to pull away before he took his hand from the back of her head. He poked at the map reading light hiding within the rearview mirror. Its bright spotlight shone on the back of her head. "What are you doing?" Lilly asked in a panic, trying to lift her face away from his hard cock. He pushed her head back down before slapping her ass. She accepted her fate. Lilly's open mouth welcomed Jack's big, firm cock as soon as he pushed her pretty face between his body and the steering wheel. His long legs meant his seat was pushed as far away from the steering wheel as possible and left her plenty of room. The sudden bright light illuminating the area around her head surprised her. She had tried to look up to understand what was going on. Though Jack hadn't allowed her to move she still figured out what was happening. The map light would expose what she was doing. Her ass stung from the single, corrective swat he had given her. Jack's prick was big and filling. She swirled her tongue around the knob of its swollen head between head bobs. She could smell the musk of his manliness and inhaled it deeply. This was an aroma she loved. She grabbed at his big ball sac and wished she could suck them, too. He pushed on the back of her head, forcing his cock against the back of her throat. She gagged before finding a way to accommodate him. His balls felt full and tight and she worked him over as best as she could before noticing the rumbling sound outside the car. She risked glancing up again and saw the cab of the big 18-wheeler keeping pace alongside of them. In the brief half-second before Jack forced her mouth back around his big cock she had seen the eager eyes of the man watching her from the 18-wheeler's passenger seat. Was he one of the men from the diner? Had he been one of the men undressing her with his eyes? She blushed and kept sucking. What else could she do? Jack couldn't resist the pleasures of Lilly's warm, wet mouth. He had seen the big truck moving up behind them for ten minutes and had adjusted his speed so they might catch up. He made sure he had buried Lilly's head in his lap before she noticed the lights behind them. He struggled to hold back until they were alongside. He didn't look at them. He didn't need to see if they were watching. He knew from how they paced alongside someone was enjoying the show. "I'm wearing a thousand dollar suit," he said, pressing down on Lilly's head. Her silky, blonde hair felt good beneath his fingers. "You better not spill a drop." Without a reason to resist, he relaxed. He gave himself over to the thrill of the moment and came. He felt his streaming orgasm shooting inside Lilly's mouth and throat. Few things felt as good as a woman who swallowed, not that he would give Lilly the choice. He felt her moan as his orgasm started. He felt her mouth and tongue working in unison to capture every drop of his released need. Their travel schedule had left him feeling pent-up. His balls welcomed the opportunity to release a full load. The best part was after the last spasm of pleasure had passed. Lilly didn't stop. The greedy little bitch's tongue kept searching for one more drop of cum. He pressed down on the accelerator and left their voyeurs behind before pulling her away from his crotch. "Feel better?" he asked with a smart-assed smirk on his face. "Me?" Lilly snorted, laughing. "What about you?" Jack's hand flashed to her chest, once again finding her hard nipple with that stunning accuracy of his. He twisted her aching nipple. "Go ahead. Lie to me, I dare you. Tell me you didn't want that." Lilly gasped with need; sure she was staining the fine leather of the car seat beneath her ass. Though she tried to suppress it from happening, the bitchy professional version of Lilly took control of her mouth. "You're the one who came," she said, immediately regretting it. Jack's hand moved from her chest. He pulled up the hem of her dress, roughly pressed two fingers inside her dripping pussy and filled her with his fat digits. He didn't speak. Instead, he poked and rubbed her womanhood with the intimate knowledge of a man who knew what he was doing. His fingertips clawed at her swollen clit between filling finger jabs deep inside her pussy. Lilly tried to fight against the aching need swelling inside of her and couldn't. "You fucker!" she cried out as her thighs quivered and she came against his hand with a ferocity she had never know. "Not yet," Jack said, disregarding the value of her dress as he wiped his hand on her skirt. "But soon." He pulled up the exit ramp of the freeway as they had reached the distant glow Lilly had noticed earlier. He pulled beneath the canopy of a motel, worked his pants back into place and strolled into the hotel office. Lilly watched Jack walk away from the car looking more critically than before at his physique. The Armani suit hid how muscular he was. He had manhandled her in the car as if she was a ragdoll, admittedly she was petite but he had made her feel almost weightless in his arms. Her imagination flew back to the feel of his chest as she had stroked it through the silk shirt and she squirmed considering how he would look without his shirt, or any clothes at all for that matter. She considered getting out of the car and following him in but she knew the back of her dress would show the tell-tale signs of her recent orgasm and she blushed furiously knowing she was trapped here in the car. Would he get them separate rooms? she wondered continuing to watch him as he talked easily with the desk clerk. She frowned at the prospect of him rejecting her now, after what had just happened. This morning she would have insisted upon separate rooms but now she knew she didn't want to sleep alone tonight. Jack seemed to take forever, she located the panties he had removed from her and put them back on as she sat watching him her imagination running wild with various scenario's so that when he finally returned she levelled a steely glare at him, "What the hell took you so long?" Jack ignored her comment silencing her with a scowl and drove in the short distance to the car park below the building. While not quite a fleabag motel it was hardly the Ritz and he had done what he could to get them a nice room. He popped the trunk of the car and walked to the rear to gather their overnight bags. They were both experienced travelers and each had packed reasonably light having a medium sized overnight bag and a suit bag which hung in the back of the car. He would come down in the morning for the suit bags if needed. Carrying the two smaller bags he walked past the car into the archway that lead to the elevator expecting her to follow him. Smiling to himself as he heard the car door slam shut, he pressed the button on the keypad in his hand and locked it so she could not change her mind and waited for her to catch up to him. He knew that the slow desk clerk had given Lilly too much time to think about what was happening and to form regrets or over-analyze how their professional relationship would be affected by what happened tonight. He planned to keep the upper hand though, she was exactly the type of woman who pushed his libido into overdrive and he was not about to let her slip away. Brushing the back of her skirt down as she got out of the car, Lilly's hands encountered the large wet sticky patch that was evidence of how much of a naughty slut she really had been for Jack. By the time she caught up to him she was blushing furiously and wondering how the hell she let herself be so seduced by him. As she had waited in the car alone she had resolved to not be such a push over for him but standing close to him in the elevator, her resolve waivered with her need to touch him. The smell of Lilly's arousal was intoxicating to Jack as he remained silent during the quick ride up to the second floor. Jack had paid for what passed as the honeymoon suite in the out of the way motel with his own card rather than having a multitude of questions from the bean counters back at the office about it. Opening the door he was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't particularly big but it was neat and tidy with well-maintained furnishings. It was certainly as good as some of the rooms he paid twice as much for in the bigger towns and cities. If Lilly was even half the slut he thought her to be after the scene in the car he wanted this to be the first of many nights, so he needed to make sure it was a memorable as he could make it. He dumped the bags near the door as she made a beeline to the bathroom. The door of the bathroom flung open and breaking the long silence Lilly stormed, "My dress is ruined you fucker!" "So throw it away," Jack shrugged nonchalantly. "Do you realize how much this cost?" She almost shrieked the words as she advanced on him angrily. "Not my fault you're such a naughty slut you ruined your own dress," Jack smirked as she recoiled from his words. He had expected this scene and truthfully had looked forward to it. "The hell it isn't! You owe me a new dress, you ass!" her voice was high and loud as she battled herself and her attraction to this man. "I don't think you heard me," Jack said in an ominously low voice moving close to her and looking down into her face making her feel his larger looming presence. He pulled her to him and unzipped the back of her dress. With her face pressed against his chest, Lilly closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of him. The soft silk caressed her cheek and she found herself matching his breathing. He turned her then to face the floor to ceiling mirror that hid the built in closet and she watched as he slowly eased the dress from her shoulders. It fell into a pool around her feet. Jack pressed himself against her back and nuzzled his cheek against her as his hand glided over her soft curves. His hands ran down over her hips and he flicked the elastic of the thong panties, "I thought we had already gotten rid of these," he murmured hotly in her ear. His hands pulled at the lace and thin elastic until the side ripped and let them fall to the floor with her ruined dress. Jack brought his hands back up and with practiced skill dropped her bra to the floor with the other clothes and pulled her back against him once more letting her feel his own arousal at the sight of her naked body in the mirror before them. Lilly watched mesmerized as his hands caressed her body, as if watching and feeling were one in the same. He pinched at her nipples pulling her breasts up and out from her body making her whimper in pain and pleasure for him before he released them enjoying the sight of the firm flesh bouncing back into shape. His hands stroked down her arms pulling them behind her the wedge between their bodies against his cock as he lowered his head once more to bite at her shoulder and begin exploring her gorgeous body again. A hand dipped between her legs and he pushed at her thighs making her widen her stance for him. With one large hand sending tingles of painful pleasure into her breasts the other began stroking her to climax. His thumb resting on her clit as his fingers once again sought out the entrance to her hot wet cunt. She would be horrified to hear him say that word out loud but for such a slut it was the only word to describe the hole that hungered so much for his rough demanding touch. "You're such a fucking slut, it's unbelievable. This little cunt of yours is insatiable isn't it?" he tried the words out on her and was satisfied when she froze in his arms. He slapped at her swinging tits and growled, "Don't pretend you're shocked, you know you love it, don't you slut?" Lilly's head spun with the sensations that rolled through her body the need she felt to cum building even higher at his degrading, humiliating words but she couldn't deny it as her body trembled with desire and need. Slapping at her tits again Jack growled, "You need to start answering my questions or you won't like the alternative. His fingers stopped moving within her as he swatted at her tits a few more times. Her hips humped at his hand seeking sensation and failing until she finally bent to his will. "Yes! I love it, I need it, please, Jack," she whimpered piteously. His hand began to move again and Lilly rocked her hips urging him to give her more until she arched back against him howling out her orgasm as she stared at the girl in the mirror who displayed so much pleasure at being used by the well-dressed man behind her. A single word drifted into Lilly's mind, ravished. That's what was happening to her. That's what Jack was doing. That's what happened to the women in the silly romance novels her sister enjoyed reading. Rather than describe the sex, the book would substitute a single word for what happened to the female lead; she was ravished. Lilly supposed the word was used so faint-hearted housewives could substitute their own meaning. What Jack was doing fit Lilly's fevered imagination. She recognized what was happening without recognition ruining a single moment of the pleasure of it. Jack was taking her. He was bending her to his will. Yes, pleasure awaited her, but it would be on his terms unless she acted. Lilly spun inside his arms determined to wrestle some control from him. She cupped his bulging manhood beneath her tiny hand. "I want this," she cooed before hooking her arm around his neck and pulling his face to hers. It was their first kiss, the first of many yet to come and Jack had not given it to her. Lilly had taken it. Lilly had insisted on kissing the same way her tiny hand insisted on feeling his prick. Any remote doubts he had about what Lilly wanted vanished as she bit his bottom lip, her teeth pulling it away from his mouth before she kissed away the tiny gesture with her hungry mouth. He recognized the same eagerness she had shown when he had offered his cock to her mouth. She wanted this as much as he needed it. He kept his eyes open as they kissed and admired her petite frame pressed against his body. He buried his fingers in the supple flesh of her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh of her pert, bare ass for a moment longer before putting her back in her place. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face away from his. He held her away from him and gazed deeply into the wet pools of her blue eyes. "Tell me you're a slut," he snarled. Her eyes worked over his face as if she was thinking about denying him. "Am I slut," she said at last. Her hand squeezed his hard cock as if adding an exclamation point to her words. "Tell me you're a cunt," he demanded, spitting out the edgy word with glee. He watched her blink. "I-I can't," Lilly gasped. Slut was bad enough. Like most girls, she had been raised to be a good girl, protect her reputation and be a lady, whatever the fuck that meant. She had enjoyed a privileged upbringing which had included riding lessons, ballet for movement and fine schools. She had prospered in a man's world through a combination of toughness and old school, ladylike charm. Jack had broken through her façade to the hungry, sex kitten within, but there was a limit, wasn't there? He smacked her right ass cheek. It stung, but not enough for her to utter that word. "You're not very good at this, are you?" he asked. He gave her left cheek a swat before pulling her hand away from his cock. His large hand felt as if wrapped around her tiny wrist several times. He pulled her to the bed where he sat and once more pulled her across his lap. "Say it," he commanded. When she didn't, his hand spanked her bare, upturned ass. He left his hand on her body, rubbing where his hand left its mark as if rubbing away the sharp pain. He gave her another chance to speak. She didn't. Amber-Marie had taught Jack the difference between hurting someone and teasing them. A good spanking warms and delights," she had instructed him as she knelt on all fours with her butt in the air and inviting him to give it a try by spanking her. Sharp and upright, she had informed him. Alternate cheeks and remember the idea is to sting and tease, not to inflict real pain. As he rubbed away the sting of his swats, Jack dipped his fingers between Lilly's finely shaped thighs. He intimately cradled and caressed her sex. When she was excited enough, she would say anything he wanted her to say. Jack turned Lilly's head so she could see how she looked in the mirror. She saw her feet dangling as she squirmed after each swat. She could see the rosy pink color rising on her ass cheeks. She fought against moaning when his fingers touched her pussy with the familiarity of a lover who always had the privilege instead of the clumsy, unsure hesitancy of a first time lover. She had worked with this man for three years and felt as if she was only now learning who he was. "Tell me you're a cunt," he demanded once more. Lilly felt her resolve slipping away as his fingers danced between her legs. He was fingering her cunt, driving a fat finger in and out of her in a way that made her long for something more substantial. The irony that she could think the word cunt without saying it wasn't lost on her. She was a cunt or, more correctly, she was ready to be HIS cunt. She was ready to be his cunt, his slut and anything else he wanted her to be. She bit her lip, ready refuse and make him demand the word once more when he changed the rules. Jack moved his dew coated finger between her ass cheeks. He pressed his finger against the rosebud of her asshole until he was two knuckles inside her most intimate opening. Their eyes met in the mirror and above his smirk she saw the menacing look in his eyes. "I'm a cunt!" she cried out. "Louder," he whispered, his quiet voice in stark contrast to hers. "I'm a cunt!" she immediately screamed as he rotated his finger inside her backside, inside the opening that was most definitely NOT her cunt. The Upper Hand "Again," he demanded in that same quiet tone. "I'M A CUNT!" she called out loud enough that the desk clerk may have heard. "Much better," Jack smiled. He swatted her ass once more before using his amazing upper body strength to pull her off his lap. He positioned her next to him on the bed before standing. He began working the buttons of his silk shirt, exposing the muscular slab of his broad chest. Unlike like their boss, Gregory Jones, Jack's tanned color was all natural and it didn't end when he unfastened his pants. He left her sitting and staring as he carefully folded his pants and draped them across the dressing chair in the corner. She watched him walking around the room so absolutely comfortable in his own skin and unconcerned about flaunting his hard-on. She admired his powerful thighs and muscular ass as much as his broad shoulders and well-defined arms. His lack of tan lines surprised her. Was Jack vain enough to use a tanning bed? He stood in front of her. "I want this," she said, emboldened by her lust. She cupped his balls, drew him closer and nuzzled her face against his groin. She deeply inhaled his manly scent and felt her passion rising as her self-control faded. She would give herself to this man in any way he wanted. She laid her tongue flatly against the base of his cock, where cock became balls. She lapped upwards until her mouth found his smooth, mushroomed head. She took him inside her mouth as her hands wrapped around him. She grabbed his tight ass and pulled him closer still. She wanted all of him. Jack's hand moved to the back of her head. He rocked back and forth, once more forcing her to take him deeper than any other man. She opened her throat and swallowed around him as she lost track of what was happening. Was she giving him a blowjob or was he taking one from her? Did it matter? "Suck it, cunt," he said in a deep groan. He bent and swatted at her swaying tits. Lilly thrilled as he did. He roughly kneaded her full tits. His fingers found her stiff nipples and squeezed them cruelly. She quivered at Jack's ability to find the sweet spot between pleasure and pain. What he did stung and excited her. Using both hands, he grabbed both of her nipples, once again pulling her nipples up and away from her body. He pressed close and his cock was deeply inside her throat as he held her against him and asked, "Ready to fuck yet, slut?" Jack didn't push her away. Instead, he took a step backwards while releasing her tits. But, in a surreal way, it felt to Lilly as if she had been pushed backwards as he left her mouth and she lost her grip on his ass. "Show me that slut ass," he said as matter-of-factly as he might request a pen from her hand. Once again, his incongruent tone failed to match his request and it put Lilly in her place. However, she was not without her wiles and old habits die hard. She turned and crawled slowly on the bed, watching over her shoulder as she wiggled her pert, tiny ass at him. "Is this how you want me, Jack?" she asked, hoping to take him down a notch with her willingness. "Do you like seeing me like this? Is this how I look when you fantasize about me?" He blinked hard as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. His hard cock throbbed answers to her questions. Lilly pressed her advantage. "Come on, Jack. Show me how a real man fucks a slut." Jack told her she was facing the wrong way as he moved to the side of the bed. Lilly kept up her graceful, catlike moves as she turned to face the mirror across from the foot of the bed. Jack moved to the bed, kneeling behind her. She looked at their reflections, keeping her eyes on him and ignoring the reflection of the eager slut kneeling on all fours. He stroked his large, straining cock. "Is this what you want?" he asked her mirror image as he slapped her ass with his prick. "Is this what YOU want, Jack?" Lilly asked, lying on her chest. She slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She was so wet and slippery. Her fingers slipped easily across her bare flesh. She felt as wanton as any heroine in Olivia's romance novels. She fingered her cunt with her two middle fingers and caught how Jack's eyes flickered down to watch. Being on the bottom didn't mean she was submissive. She knew how to work a man, even one like Jack. In her experience, raw sexuality always intimidated men. If he wanted to bring out her inner slut, she would show him a slut. "Finger your arse," he said in a hoarse whisper. She found it interesting that he would use the British word for ass. Did that somehow make it nastier to him? It didn't matter. She slipped a finger inside her ass. That wasn't a new sensation for Lilly. Her arse was no more a virgin than the rest of her body. "Can you use two fingers?" he asked, losing his tough guy demeanor. "Like this?" she asked, slipping a second finger inside her ass. Her fingers felt good and she enjoyed teasing him. Perhaps Jack wasn't quite the unbreakable stallion she had thought? That would be too bad. He had offered such promise up to this moment. Still, he was fun and they had gone too far for her not to enjoy the ride. He had done better than any other man at coming close to her unspeakable core. He pressed forward and raked his cockhead against her pussy. "Does that feel good, slut?" he asked with the demanding growl returning to his voice. "Yes," Lilly admitted. "Do you like fingering your ass for me, slut?" he demanded, dropping the funny use of "arse." "Yes," she said. It was still fun repeating his nastiness as his delicious cock rubbed her slit. She hoped he would fuck her cunt soon. She briefly considered guiding him inside her cunt and resisted. He had done well so far. She would allow him to feel in control. She would continue giving herself to him. Jack saw how the look in Lilly's eyes had changed ever so slightly. He attributed much of his success to reading the tiny tells everyone has. He was as devastating at the poker table as he could be in client negotiations. It was a gift he never revealed. He felt her heat even as he read the tiny change in her demeanor. She was acting, dutifully repeating his words like a good girl pretending to be bad. He already knew she was a good girl and that wasn't who he wanted. He was unconcerned. Once again she had underestimated him. He brushed her hand away from her ass. "On all fours," he demanded, watching as she planted her hands beneath herself and rose back into a doggie-style position. He swatted above her upturned ass before grabbing each round globe in his hands and kneading her firm flesh. He allowed his hard cock to flip upwards against his stomach, pressed forward and sandwiched his prick between her ass cheeks as if it had been nothing more than a happy accident. He rocked against her, smearing her natural lubricant across her backside. "Does this feel good, cunt?" he asked. He liked how she reacted to the word "cunt." He could see that word pleased her as much as being called a naughty slut. She again gave him a rote sounding, affirmative reply. He smiled. He had teased her enough. He had lulled her into a false sense of security. As if to confirm her compliance, he felt her pushing backwards against him, as if she was the one in control. Jack pulled Lilly's ass cheeks apart, opening her nether hole to him and expertly positioned his slick cockhead against her puckered opening. "Do you remember what I told you about how I would fuck you?" he asked and pressed his way inside of her as he watched her expression change again. Lilly's eyes went wide with surprised panic as her mind flashed back earlier in their drive, back when their mandated journey had begun spinning out of control. She recalled sharing her birth control method and his response. She felt her backside opening to his intrusion, welcoming him inside her ass as he had said he would do and as she never really expected. "Oh my God!" she screamed in surprise as he took her ass and her compliant, complacent feeling vanished in wanton need. Jack didn't hurt her as he filled her ass, however, he did fill her. He pressed until his hips met her upturned ass and she felt as if she might burst from the length and girth of his hard cock. His hands had moved to her hips, guiding her onto him and holding her in place before moving. One hand tangled fingers inside her golden blonde hair and pulled, keeping her against him. He leaned over her body as his other hand slipped up her stomach to the swell of her tits. He grabbed a nipple, pinching, twisting and pulling in ways that sent electric thrills surging through her body. His breath was hot against her neck as she felt his sharp, staccato words making his demands, "Tell me what you are!" "I'm your slut," she gasped, fighting against the orgasm building inside her belly. "Tell me," he growled, pulling harder on her hair and tit. "Slut," she repeated, losing control as she felt his cock throbbing so deeply inside her ass. So full. So deep! "Tell me!" he bellowed. "Cunt!" she screamed even louder than he. "I'm you're fucking cunt slut!!!" "Then make yourself cum," he said, releasing his grip on her body. He knelt, hands on his waist and remained rock solid still. When she didn't move fast enough, he slapped her ass and Lilly was startled into movement. She pulled away from his hips several inches before pressing back against him, impaling herself on his hard cock. "Again," he said, slapping her ass once more before returning his hand to his hip. "And watch yourself!" She raised her eyes to the mirror again and didn't recognize the wanton slut of a cunt gazing back at her with fiery eyes. She bounced her ass off his hips again and again and watched this beautiful woman reflected back to her having an orgasm deeper and fuller than any she had ever experienced. She felt her asshole clenching down and around Jack's prick buried inside her ass and felt her spirit soar to heights that would make an astronaut's head spin as she touched the sky of planets too distant for a man or woman to ever imagine. "Now it's my turn," Jack roared taking over for her loss of control. With his hands back on her hips, he drove deeply in and out of her ass in his quest for his orgasm and kept Lilly firmly in her place as he did it. "Fucking cunt sluts deserve it up the ass," he angrily announced. "Cunt sluts love it up the ass! Beg for it!" Lilly could barely speak. "My ass, Jack," she whimpered in pure ecstasy. "My slut ass. Fuck me. Make me your cunt." Those last words didn't quite feel right her. "I AM YOUR CUNT!" she yelled, surprised at finding the breath to manage the words so loudly. "Your cunt!" she cried again. "I am your fucking cunt!" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jack yelled back and she felt it. She felt when he lost control and discovered his orgasm. She felt his cock throbbing deep inside her bowels, filling her nether hole with his hot spunk. He saw the surprised, gleeful expression on his face as he cheered the arrival of his release as if he, too, had discovered something he had never expected to find. Jack marveled at the shamelessness of this woman in front of him. He knew he had completely broken her down and yet, she had taken it. Lilly had, in turn, unleashed the inner beast he had kept from all others. He had given her all he dared give anyone and more. She accepted it and begged for more. He came deep and hard inside her ass, filling her with his orgasm and thrilling with every fulfilling spasm. He wrapped his arms around her as his strength gave out. He followed her to the bed, laying on top of her with his cock still buried deeply inside. "My God, you're a fucking nasty slut," he groaned in her ear. "A real cunt," Lilly agreed turn her face to his and as they kissed over her shoulder she bucked backwards against him, still enjoying the feel of his cock inside her ass. They remained in a heap for a long time as they caught their breath. Jack rolled over, pulling himself from her. He patted her ass and Lilly took that as permission for her to visit the bathroom to clean-up. When she returned to the bed, Jack traded places. He left the bathroom door open as he washed his cock in the sink. Lilly stared at his backside, enjoying the view of his muscles and full-bodied tan as she reflected on what had happened. Her mouth had tasted his cock before her lips had known his. Her ass had known the sting of his open palm before the rest of her body had felt his ravaging caress. And now, her ass knew the thrill of his prick long before her cunt. Her inner slut hoped that was about to change. As Jack returned to the bed, his eyes grazed over her nakedness. Who would have thought that beneath that hard ass professional exterior was such an amazing slut? He felt his cock almost jump at the prospect of taking her again. Now that he had broken her, cut through all that tough girl bravado he was no longer in such a rush and decided to fully explore this new facet of the woman he had competed against for the last year. He crawled onto the bed beside her and lowered his head to nuzzle at her neck as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders pulling his even closer. This time they made love, their voices rose in whimpers, moans and pain laced cries as their bodies melded and moved as if in a slow delicious dance. There was none of the urgency and power play that had been such a big part of their initial coupling. Rather they both gave and received and while Lilly was able to express her wants and desires, Jack gave up none of the advantage he had won over her. Lilly came time and time again as Jack played her body like a well-tuned instrument, her cunt finally feeling the exquisite pleasure of his cock. She, in-turn gave him one of the best fucks he had experienced in a very long time and hours later they slept wrapped in each other's arms, satiated and happy. The Upper Hand "Cunt," Jack announced for no apparent reason. "Excuse me?" Lilly asked, turning on him with fire in her eyes. She turned and found him smiling. "You heard me. I called you a cunt." His playful, boyish grin had faded when he repeated himself. "And I'm going to kick your ass at this convention." "Like hell," she spat, reacting to his work challenge. That was more familiar ground than what she had been thinking and what had happened last night. "We'll see," Jack said as he grinned again. The silence had gone on too long. He knew one of them had to break it. He saw how Lilly kept staring at him and knew something more had to be said. "You're not going to fuck up last night by over-analyzing it, are you?" he asked, keeping whatever their relationship was as direct as always. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction," Lilly said, ignoring how she had been doing exactly that in her mind for longer than she cared to admit to herself or him for that matter. She faced forward and stared at looming skyline of Albuquerque. It wasn't much of a skyline. She chewed on her bottom lip again and couldn't help expressing her biggest concern. "Though I bet you can't wait to get back to the office and brag about it." Jack's sudden and explosive roar of laughter startled her. "Are you kidding me?" he bellowed. "Who the fuck would believe me? You know your reputation around the office. You're a ball-buster and everyone knows it. You're The Ice Queen and don't tell me you haven't heard anyone use that title." Lilly had overheard that title and worse. She knew the men in the office thought of her as a royal bitch. It was a persona she had carefully cultivated since her first interview with Gregory Jones and one she intended maintaining. "Usually I hear them calling me a bitch," she admitted, smiling. Each time she heard someone mumble that expletive, she felt like she was winning. It occurred to her, she had never heard Jack call her that, though she guessed that didn't mean much. Just because she had never heard him call her a bitch didn't mean he hadn't done it. She decided to call him on it. "So what's you're title of choice for me, Royal bitch or Ice Queen?" "Neither," he stated, with a glance in her direction as they caught up the last of Albuquerque's morning rush hour. "Never thought of you that way." Lilly believed him without his explanation. "You're driven and tough. That doesn't make you a bitch." "Thank you," Lilly said and risked patting him on the knee to show her appreciation. "And you're still a naughty slut who still deserves being pulled over my knee on a regular basis." Jack reached over and captured her nipple between a finger and thumb. His touch was rough. He smiled when he saw her eyelids flutter and her face flush pink. "You lied to me last night," Lilly said, moving her hand up his thigh until she was caressing his crotch with the familiarity of a long-term lover. His rough, intimate touch had sent a shiver through her, reminding her body of last night's delights at the hands of a man who knew she wasn't a fragile, porcelain doll. She cupped his balls through the silky fabric of his expensive suit. With fabric this nice, she could understand why he didn't wear underwear. "When?" he demanded at her accusation of him telling a lie. He looked angry as he brushed her hand away from his crotch. "You told me you were only going to do me up the ass," she reminded him, unable to resist a playful smile as put her hand back between his legs. "Careful or the only thing your ass is going to feel tonight will be my hand," he said. He appeared content allowing her hand to explore between his legs. She felt the beginnings of a hard-on developing. "What makes you think anything's going to happen tonight?" she asked, though her groping made it clear what she wanted. "Fucking cunt," he said, again grabbing her nipple with the same skill and ferocity as before. "You have no idea what you've signed up for, do you?" His large hand visited both tits before he put both hands back on the steering wheel. The stinging thrill his caress left behind made Lilly squirm before she released his growing hard-on. "Maybe I do," she said. She smiled as she sat back in her seat and picked up her phone again. The words on the tiny screen came back into focus. She began arranging appointments while Jack focused on driving. He wondered which was more frustrating, his growing hard-on or knowing Lilly was already working on gaining an advantage over him. "Fair warning," he announced. He couldn't stop her from working her phone, but he could distract her. "If you think last night or tonight changes anything about who's going to earn that office, you've got another thing coming." "Says the person currently in second place," Lilly said without looking away from phone. Jack smiled. Let her try winning it, he thought as he openly adjusted the lump inside his pants. He would make sure her cute little ass never forgot it if she did. After another half hour of driving, Albuquerque was a memory reflected in the rearview mirror and the open road ahead of him felt like a new beginning. Jack set the cruise control and leaned back ready to enjoy the ride and the amazing woman beside him without ever considering how Gregory Jones had gotten it right.