4 comments/ 14926 views/ 11 favorites Love by Design By: Tastytress "Damn it!" Taylor Jensen stared down at the heel of her shoe. Unfortunately, it was six inches to the left of the rest of her shoe that her foot was currently in. Taylor grabbed the offending four inch spike and hobbled over to the brick building so that she was out of the way of the busy foot traffic at the street fair. She looked at the damage and realized that there was no way to repair it. It was going to be a long walk back to her house. Being a strong independent woman she would normally just remove the faulty fashion piece and walk home barefoot but the weather had taken an unseasonable turn toward the freezing mark. Now she was ten blocks from her house carrying her portfolio with a shoe that refused to do the only function it was designed for. She thought about the issue and came to a decision that the other shoe would have to match the first if she was going to make it home. Carefully she balanced her portfolio against the wall and eased her right foot out of the whole shoe. She picked up the shoe and with a whimper at the fashion crime she was about to commit. She grabbed both sides of her shoe and tried to break the heel away. Apparently, this particular shoe was made with all of the reinforcement the other lacked. She grunted and panted struggling with leather. Suddenly the leather, tired of being manhandled slipped from her grip and went flying into the throng of pedestrians. "Ow!" The sound of an irritated male echoed back from the sea of humanity. Taylor gasped with embarrassment unable to flee due to the fact that she had thrown her shoe, her only mode of transport. The crowd parted and out stepped her past. One of the Weston twins, so identical that their own mother had to ask which one was which, and everything her high school heart had wanted. Brock and Billy Weston were too hot in their teens but this man was a walking heat wave. He was at least six-and-a-half feet tall, with dark curly hair and the same dimple that had caused more than one girl to pant. He was heading straight for her holding the shoe that her bare foot proved was hers. She felt like a guilty and embarrassed Cinderella but the Prince seemed more pissed than Charming. Brock held the shoe that had clocked him in the side of the neck and looked for the person who threw it at him. That is when he saw her. She was leaning against the wall and there was nothing that would have tipped him off as to why she would have assaulted him. As he approached her he noticed that her shoes were in unusual states of disrepair. She stood balanced on her left foot that was encased in a shoe matching the one that was in his hand only that one appeared to be missing the four inch spike like the one that had almost impaled his jugular. "I believe that this belongs to you. Though I don't know what I could have possibly done to deserve being on the receiving end of its flight. I mean do we know each other?" Brock said trying to remember where he may have met her. "Well I do know you, which makes this all the more embarrassing." Taylor blushed. "Are you Brock or Billy?" "Brock. How do you know me?" "I went to high school with you. Taylor Jensen." "Taylor. You were in art right?" Brock felt an instant rush of blood to his groin. The mere mention of her name took him back to the nights that he had spent fantasizing about her in high school. She had that kind of timeless beauty that had been evident even to a horny high school boy like him. She had gotten sleeker and sexier in the ten years since graduation. She had gotten out of the paint stained, oversized shirts and jeans. She was wearing a short slim skirt with a wide belt and a red silk shirt the exact shade as the shoe he still held. Her breasts were straining the soft fabric and the evidence of her excitement poked out like tempting cherries. All he could think about was sliding against her to feel those nipples poking against his chest. "Brock," she squeaked, "I am sorry about the shoe. I swear I wasn't trying to hit you." "What were you doing?" Brock asked trying to peel his eyes away from the front of her shirt. "I was trying to break it." She confessed softly. That statement had him gazing into her eyes trying to gauge if she had gone insane since he had last seen her. "Why?" "I have a long walk and the other shoe already gave out. So instead of wobbling down the street I was trying to even out the heels a little bit." "That is more than a little." "That would depend on your perspective now wouldn't it?" "I would hate to see your definition of a lot." "Damn, here I was hoping that you would have the right measuring stick to prove that 4 inches was very little." Taylor could not believe she said that, but something about meeting your high school dream boy in all his grown up glory made her libido take over and her common sense take a nap. "You are looking for a big stick? That I can do. As a matter of fact it is getting bigger by the moment." Brock laughed as her gaze fell to the front of his slacks. "Oh, my." She breathed. "Let me give you a ride." Her eyes snapped back to his face with surprise. "I mean to your house. You obviously can't walk in those shoes." "Oh, yeah. You are right. Thank you." Taylor was having trouble breathing. "Where is your car?" "Stay here, I will pull around." He said grabbing his keys and backing away. He rounded the corner and then he was gone. She stayed there trying to figure out what was wrong with her. She had practically told him that she wanted to fuck him on the street 10 seconds after she had seen him. There was something disconnected in her brain. She was no prude and if she wanted to be with a man she was not shy about vocalizing that fact. She was a pleasure seeker and found that the fastest way to pleasure was honesty. But this encounter was bold even for her. After about five minutes she realized that Brock had not returned. She waited about ten more minutes before she decided that she had scared him off and decided that she was going to have to wobble home after all. It was that moment that she realized that he had taken her shoe. She was stranded against the side of a building with no way to get home. There was no way that she would make it home with her foot in one piece. There was no help for it. She grabbed her portfolio and started down the street. She had made it half a block when there was a frantic honking from the street ahead of her. There in a silver Dodge Charger was Brock waving. He jumped out of the car that was in the middle of the street and raced over to her. Before she could react he swung her up into his arms and raced back to the car that was blocking traffic. He threw her in the passenger seat and her portfolio in the back. He waved at the waiting cars and jumped into the driver's seat. "I forgot that the roads were blocked for the street fair. I had to go down to Western and turn around. Never mind, sorry that took so long. Were you leaving?" "I thought that I had scared you off." Taylor answered honestly. "I can be brutal in my honesty." "I am not scared. I am very fond of honesty." Brock said as he moved forward in traffic. "Which way?" "Turn right and head down to Lander Avenue." "The old village area?" "Yes. I own an old artist cottage that needed a lot of work so I got it for a song and was able to make it my very own." Taylor said with pride. "I can't wait to see it. Every square inch of it." Brock said no longer speaking of her home. "Well it is small, very tight. You may not have to spend very much time there." "I like tight, small places. It may take me hours and hours to fully explore all of the places." "God that sounds good." Taylor said quietly. "I really like to explore. I used to be a boy scout." "Thank god. Do you still live by the motto?" "What?" "You know, 'always be prepared'." "I take it that I need to stop by the drug store before we get to your place." "At least before you get to my place." "Touché." He said with a grin. "There is a store. Stay put I will be right back." "I don't have any shoes. I am sure that my escape is an improbability." "Don't be sassy. At least not right now when you are dressed and I can't spank you." "Well, I may have to rethink this trip to my places for hours. I am not into hitting." "Don't worry we will work up to that." "Good then I can get what I want before then and you can find the next shoe throwing nympho to take your aggression out on." "One step at a time, my dear. I think that we can figure out something that will satisfy both of us for the time being." With that he got out of the car and headed into the store. When he came back he had several bags full of items. "Grocery shopping?" I had other plans for the afternoon." "So do I, that's why I need supplies." "You are kind of freaking me out." Taylor said slowly. "I was hoping for a fun afternoon and that is really all. You know, a little fantasy fulfillment." "Trust me I am only stocking up for that very same thing." Brock winked at her. "I just need to make sure that you have enough energy to keep up." "I do not think that you need to worry about my stamina." Taylor scoffed. "Good then we are all on the same page. My cock is so fucking hard right now." Brock said shifting in his seat. "Hurry, I want to see." A couple of turns and a trip up the stairs, the reality of situation was setting in. She had literally invited a man that she had not seen in over a decade into her house to have sex with her. He was carrying all of the bags and her portfolio while she hobbled up in her broken shoes. She opened the door and nervously bit her lip trying to decide how to proceed. There was a clatter as he dropped all of his packages and grabbed her from behind. He pulled her around and pulled her against his chest. His lips closed over hers in a searing kiss that rocked her to her core. There was an electric current that ran through her system as his mouth danced over hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her recesses. His hand moved over her silk clad breast and he tweaked her excited nipple. She moaned and opened her mouth to his full invasion. She arched into his hand and rubbed against him like a big cat looking for a caress. "Naked now." Brock said against her lips. She began to fumble with his buttons. "Not me. You. Now. Naked." She swallowed as she started slowly removing her clothes. He stepped back and watched as she opened her shirt. Her ample bosoms were filling the cups of her bra in a way that had his mouth watering. "More. I want to see you." "Brock, stop you are making me weak." "Good, I like to be in control." Taylor panted at the mere idea of taking sexy orders from the captain of the football team. The most popular boy in school talking dirty to her, it was enough to soak her panties. She stripped away the blouse and started on the skirt. "God how is it possible that you are even sexier than I fantasized?" Brock asked tugging at her bra. He was driven to see her golden skin. He wanted to touch and taste and fuck her forever. Then she was bare. He felt his knees go weak with desire. She was tall with legs that looked long enough to wrap around him twice. Her breasts were full and tipped with dusky pink nipples that were ready to be sucked. Her mons was shaved bald and the soft lips of her labia pouted prettily begging to be caressed. "Turn around." Brock's gaze roamed over the rounded cheeks of her ass, as she turned around. "You are fucking hot. I cannot wait to sink into you." "Now you." I want to see what the captain of the football team filled his cup with." Taylor said with a saucy grin. "You have some mouth... I am beginning to wonder what it does besides talk dirty." He began to unbutton his shirt watching her face as she stared with rapt attention at each inch of skin that he bared. His chest was lightly furred with dark crisp curling hair. His pectorals were firm and gloriously tipped tight brown nipples. The hair continued down, bisecting his abs deliciously to disappear beneath the black slacks he had yet to remove. She gazed with wonder at the twisting delineation of his broad shoulders. He was a hard body that was for damn sure. When he reached for the button of his slacks she was compelled to move forward. She placed her hands over his and took over the task of removing the garment. Brock thought he would go insane. The feel of her fingers sliding across the taunt muscles of his stomach caused his breath to catch. Taylor slid the zipper down which vibrated against the engorged cock she was so eager to get to. Her hands slipped beneath the fabric of his briefs and she cupped the throbbing length of him. "Oh, god," she moaned. "This is so much bigger then I imagined back in high school." "You thought about me in high school?" Brock bit out trying to distract himself from the delicious feeling of her fingers wrapped around his member. "I was a female at the school... I am sure that even the lunch ladies thought about you and your brother." She exaggerated. "Twins are an oddity all by themselves and then when you throw in dark good looks and incredible athleticism you have yourself a recipe for teenage heartthrob." "Thanks?" Brock seemed unsure of how good it was that he was considered an oddity. "I actually did a nude painting of what I thought you looked like. I mean I had a good idea of the top half but the bottom half was a delightful mystery." She gave him a squeeze. His breath hissed through his teeth. "I am so inspired. I may have to go back and fix my high school art." "Not right now. Right now I have some inspiration that needs an outlet. Right here is going to have to work if you don't take me immediately to your room." Brock's jaw was clenched as he removed her hand from its playground. "Now, Taylor. The first time I take you will not be on a hardwood floor in your foyer." "Fine. I will take you to the room but the next time you tell me to strip naked, you will take me where we are. I do not like to be delayed by location issues." Taylor said with a saucy swish of her hips. He grabbed her from behind and pulled her back against his hard length. "I believe I told you that I was in control here. If I choose to delay you then you will look at the delay with anticipation knowing that you will be well rewarded for your time." Brock's gruff whisper sent chills racing down her spine. His hand was spread wide over her side the tips of his fingers spanned from the underside of her breast all the way to her hipbone. The power in him was not to be denied. "Take me to your room." Taylor nodded unable to trust her voice. His macho attitude and knowledge of what he wanted were enough to make her climax and one brush of his thumb against the sensitive underside of her breast was all that it took. Brock could feel the tremors under his hand and recognized them for what they were. "Move Taylor." She did not hesitate. The mere idea of waiting any longer was going to drive her insane. She entered the room and Brock was amazed. She had the biggest bed that he had ever seen. It looked custom made with an ornate brass headboard that looped and swirled. He could well imagine tying her to that headboard and not let her up until he was replete and from the ache in his balls that could take weeks to achieve. The bed was covered in a rainbow of color that probably made sense if the bed was made. There were pillows strewn all over the room and clothes that had obviously tried on and rejected this morning were heaped over the arm chair in the corner. "Tornado?" he asked. "Did you come here to critique my housekeeping or to fuck me?" Taylor turned to him mutinously. "Because one I want and the other I don't need, and I can do without both if they come as a package deal." "I never said a word." He pantomimed zipping his lip. "Get on the bed." Instantly her pique died under the raging fire of arousal. Quickly she turned and tripped over a shoe that she had discarded this morning. She righted herself and blushed as she climbed on the bed. Brock tried to hide his smile at her less than graceful maneuvering but then she looked so sheepish that he was forced to laugh. She gave him a disgruntled frown. "Ah, shuddup," she snapped. "I am sorry but you are so cute," Brock grinned, "just like you were in high school all gangly limbed and graceless." "Are you trying to blow this? I mean I practically told you that if you came to my house I would fuck you, now you are trying to get me to kick you out before you can finish the deal." "I am sorry but there is nothing getting me out of here before the promise in those deep brown eyes of yours is fulfilled. Now before you start in lay back and keep your knees up and open." Brock quirked an eyebrow at her when she hesitated to follow his order. Taylor bit her lip and lay back. Who was she trying to kid? She would sooner remove herself from this house then she would get rid of him. She lay there tense with anticipation but he did nothing more than move to the side of the bed. She waited and nothing. Finally she looked up at him. He was looking her over. His study was so intent that she thought that he might be trying to memorize her every pore. She caught her breath at the intense look in his eye. "What are you doing?" "Looking over my property." His matter of fact statement gave her a flash of concern. He seemed a bit ardent to be playing a mere sexual game with her. "I am savoring the moment before I touch you and lose control. I am enjoying the torture of my arousal." "So am I." "Good." He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her naked cunt. Her sweet pussy glistened with her dewy desire. "Spread your lips for me." Taylor slowly lowered her hand to the apex of her thighs. She was in an emotional blender. Part of her was turned on by the very idea of following his every whim, but another innately feminine part of her was terrified expose herself so completely. There was no denying she would, however, it was just a matter of summoning her courage. "Taylor," growled Brock. He was devolving quicker than usual he realized. Normally he could make it through the first encounter with a woman without all of his base male tendencies burning to the surface. He craved being in control of a woman in the bedroom. He was not shy or ashamed of that fact. He loved the adoration that a willing woman gave him. For some reason Taylor needed to be the kind of woman that liked to be controlled. He knew on some level that if he got on this bed he would never want to leave. Therefore before he committed to this he needed to know that he would be accepted for who he was. When she opened her labia he was given all the proof he needed that she was the kind of woman that he craved. Suddenly, he could wait no longer to make her his. When he climbed on the bed, she knew that there was no going back. Brock was about to become so much more than a fantasy or one-night stand. Instinctively she knew that he was about to take over a major portion of her life. Then his lips were on hers and she no longer cared, he could have anything he wanted just as long as she got this. "Lay still." Brock said pulling away from her. "I left the bags by the front door. Taylor, I mean it. Don't move." Out the door he went along with her certainty that she was doing the right thing. She had not seen this man in over a decade and even then she had not known him that well. What in the world was she committing herself to? Then he was back and all the doubt was gone. In its place was firm muscle and heat. His mouth covered hers telling her that he was happy with her obedience. Then his hands were stroking and she was melting. Love by Design His palms covered her breasts massaging them. Her loins ached with the sweet pressure of desire. She could feel the hard length of his cock against her hip. She squirmed trying to get him in a better position to feel all of that glorious flesh against her. "Lay still. I am on edge already." Brock's words puffed against her moist lips. "Please..." she begged, straining toward him. "We have waited long enough. We can go slow next time." "What will you give me?" "What?" "What will you give me if I do as you ask?" Brock carefully brushed against her clit with the tip of his cock. She moaned and arched up for more. "What will you give me?" "Anything!" She moaned as he brushed against her center again. "Please Brock, please." "I love the way you say my name." Brock slid into her slick heat. Her softness closed around him and he shuddered. There had never been a more perfect moment in the history of the world, he thought. There had never been a woman in his past that had fit him so perfectly. He lay motionless atop her waiting for the eerie sense of kismet to pass. Then he felt her perfectly manicured nails bite into his flesh as she arched into him sliding him even deeper into her wet center. Her moan mingled with his. "Would you think less of me if I told you I was close?" She whispered as she circled her hips against him. "Hell no, show me how close. Cum for me." He said pulling back to watch her. Again she moved tight against him and he felt the inner tremble that signaled her release. "That was sweet, but that was not an orgasm." "What?" "That was an appetizer... a pre-shock. When we are through you will know the difference between the two." Brock said as he balanced himself above her. "You are so wet; it is making a mockery of me. I may well lose it before I can prove the difference to you." "Well there is always next time. If you think that you can perform twice in one evening?" Taylor challenged. "If you think you are getting out of here before I have cum at least four times you are delusional." That is when he began to move. His thrusts were calculated to drive her wild and they were working. She was out of control clawing at his back and hips arching up against him countering his movements seeking the orgasm that he promised. He slowed trying to regain a measure of control when she growled at him and speared him with a look that demanded he resume his pace. He leaned down and tangled his hand in her hair to hold her steady for his rhythmic plunging. She tilted he head back in surrender and mewed in the back of her throat. Every part of him reacted to her ultimate surrender. He was relentlessly fucking her demanding that her body obey. Her entire body tensed as the pleasure began to consolidate in her center. The building peak was so much greater than the previous orgasm it was like comparing a sparkler to a car bomb. There was no escape from the explosion of pleasure sending wave after wave of brilliance through her blood stream. She screamed as her body began to convulse. Her inner muscles gripped him so tightly he was helpless to not follow her into the bliss. He thrust again and again as he spurted deep inside her. Brock collapsed against her as they panted each trying to regain their grip on reality. Taylor clutched his back believing that she needed an anchor to keep her from floating away. How is it that as a sexually active woman in her late twenties she had never experienced anything like that before. She knew that she had climaxed with her previous partners but she could not remember a single one of them that had the power to devastate her senses the way that Brock just had. After some time Brock rolled to his side and pulled Taylor into the curve of his body. She snuggled her back into his wonderful warmth thinking to nod off when she felt the insistent pulse of his rising cock on her lower back. His hands were roaming over her flesh. "I thought you were sleeping." She said snuggling deeper into his embrace. "I was going to but feeling your body rubbing against me gave me better ideas. This one in particular." He grasped her nipple and rolled it until it was hard. She sighed pressed her ass back against his fully engorged cock. "I like that. I like the way that you respond to me." "You are very good at this. I am very impressed so far. What else have you got?" "There is this." He pulled away enough to reposition his cock so he could enter her without changing their positions. His entry was sharp and delicious. He moved slowly working most of his magic on her skin. He kissed her neck and pinched her nipples, all the while rocking softly within her. When she began writhing for more he moved his hand to her clit and began to fondle the hard little nub just enough to tease her. "More...please I need more." She moaned her body burning with her need to climax. "Tell me again." "You can have anything you want please just make me come again. I will do anything." Taylor panted arching and twisting feebly in his embrace. "Please Brock I am yours just let me come." "That is my good girl," he whispered before applying the pressure she needed to tumble over the edge. He rolled her and drew her hips up and began to ride her hard and fast from behind. She leaned up on her elbows and pushed back at him. She could hear their flesh meeting in a sweet symphony of sexual mating. The sound of his raspy breath as he worked her grasping hole was so erotic she tipped into orgasm again. This time he went with her surrendering to the siren song of her convulsing cunt. He moaned as he slid to his side next to her again. "Sleep, just for a second then I go again." Brock panted. Taylor smiled at him as he fell asleep. She crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She cleaned up and headed back to the room. She crawled up and straddled his sleeping form. She caressed his chest and plucked at his nipples. He moaned softly but continued to sleep. She caressed every inch of his chest and shoulders. Then she slithered down so the she could play with the most captivating piece of his flesh. She gently cupped his sac and feathered her fingers over his reawakening shaft. It was wrong to wake him but she could not seem to get enough of the pleasure that he could give. He was stubbornly refusing to wake up. His body knew what she wanted but he was not cooperating. In a desperate attempt to rouse him she took his half hard cock into her mouth. Sucking the length of him brought him to full glory but still he slept. There was no help for it she was just going to have to take what she wanted. She repositioned herself over him and slid down the magnitude of his member. She cried out with the bliss. The sexy sound was what finally brought him to consciousness. He open his eyes to find the sexiest woman he had ever met riding his cock. It was almost enough to send him over the edge. "What are you doing?" he asked huskily. "Entertaining myself while you sleep go back to dreamland. I found the on-off switch all by myself." "Yes but do you know how to work the controls?" "Of course," she said haughtily. "Really you know how to make it do this?" "Ahh, do that again." "What about this?" "That I am going to figure out. It is not fair I have only been playing with it for a day. You have had it for years; of course you know how to use it better than me." "I give you permission to play with it anytime you like. It is only fair." "I look forward to getting a better taste of it." "You put me in your mouth?" "Yes...I thought you would wake up when I did that but no luck." "Next time poke me with a cattle prod if you have to. I want to see you sucking me." "Well right now I am busy trying to get you to pay attention to this." "I am paying attention. I want to know what you did while I was sleeping in erotic detail." "I rubbed you chest and arms and played with your nipples. Then I went for a tour in the southern regions. I licked your balls and then I got Mr. Happy to stand up and dance. Now I am trying to get back to the land of o's." "You are not one to linger over the details, are you?" "Fine...I put you partially engorged cock in the hot wet recesses of my mouth and I suckled you until you were too big to fit in my mouth any longer. Then I straddled you and moved the head of you stiff member across the dewy expanse of my pussy before I settled down over your hardness and filled my tight wet cunt with your throbbing man flesh." She panted. "Is that better?" "Immensely. I am so turned on right now you better hurry and get there before I leave you behind." Brock said between clenched teeth. "Hold still and don't cum." Taylor began to bounce up and down. He groaned as her tits began to jiggle beautifully. "Harder. I want to see those breasts dance." "ohhhhh! I like that say more." "My mouth is watering to suck those tight pink nipples. That's it baby ride me. The sweet suction of my pussy is so hot. It is my pussy now, isn't it?" Brock waited for her to reply. When she moaned and stayed quiet he grasped her hips and held her still. "Answer me...It is my pussy now, isn't it?" "Yes." Taylor whimpered fighting his hold. As soon as she answered he released his hold and let her continue. Brock fought the building orgasm but her admission that she was his was too much for his overly male brain to let go. He thrust deep and exploded deep inside her. She whimpered, so close. He continued to move within her and began rubbing her nub. She tightened around him and cried out her joy as he brought her to climax again. Brock stood in her tiny kitchen trying to prepare food to recoup their strength. There was no food in her cupboards and her fridge boasted of take out containers and diet soda. It was a good thing that he had picked up some essentials while he was at the store. There were strawberries and cheese and crackers and a bottle of champagne. They would not starve today but she was going to have to shop before the next all day fuck-fest. There was only so much one could expect from appetizers to bring the strength back. Taylor smiled as he came in the room baring sustenance. "You found food in that kitchen?" "No. It is a good thing that I picked something up at the store." He frowned at her. "You are going to have to go shopping. I cannot be expected to perform at my peak without proper nutrition." "I rarely have time to cook so it is just easier to buy take out then to cook." She shrugged. "Well we are going to cook. Whether you feel you have time or not." Taylor felt a strange glow steal through her insides. He was planning more than one day of debauchery. He was talking about a next time. There was something sweet about the fact that he wanted to come back. She was not going to hold her breath that it was a permanent relationship but there was more here that they would get to explore. She sighed happily and began to eat the meager fare that he provided. 'Did you have plans today? Am I detaining you from important business?" She asked while munching on the crackers. "Not currently. I had just left the one thing I needed to deal with today and now I am free for a while. What about you?" "I have to put together a design proposal. I have to have the entire project put together by tomorrow at 3. I am on a deadline." She peeked at him to see how he was going to react. "Ok, so if you need to work, feel free." He looked around, "You have a TV right?" "You are going to stay?" Taylor was surprised. "Well you are going to stop working at some point, right? And when you do I want to be here to do some good work of my own." "Oh, well that is good. I really need to land this gig. If I do, I will have so many referral clients from it that it could set me up with some real cash flow." Brock watched her talking, trying not to jump in and offer to set her up so she never had to work. That would just make her angry, he could tell. She was fiercely independent. If he tried to give her money she would kick him out. "So I am going to get started on my sketches. Make yourself at home and if you want there are menus in the drawer next to the fridge." "I thought I told you we are going to cook." Brock frowned. "Yeah but I thought you meant the next time?" She tilted her head and looked at him steadily. "I cannot go shopping then come home and cook then start on this proposal. I have to set my priorities." "Well this is your notice that priorities are changing. I will go get food and cook, but the next time you will need to make sure that you are prepared." "See I never was a boy scout." Taylor sighed. "I guess that if you are going shopping you are going to be staying the night?" "At least." Brock stood and started dressing. "You need to get to work. Not sure how long I am going to be able to keep my hands off of you." "I am on it." Taylor grabbed a robe that was buried on the chair that was covered in clothes. Brock sighed as the pile slid. She threw the robe on , belted it around her waist and headed to the living room. Completely unconcerned with the avalanche that she left in her wake. Brock's lip quirked at the fun he was going to have changing her minor habits. He dressed and followed her into the living room. He grabbed her hair and gently pulled her back until he had access to her lips. He kissed her softly with a wealth of promise. "Work fast. I will be back soon." "I will do my best." Taylor sighed dreamily. This was the first time she ever considered blowing off a client to hang out with a man in bed. She was the first to admit that she was a very sexual person but her work had always been more important. She was building a brand for "Taylor Jensen's Designs," that she hoped would one day be a franchise. For now though she was grinding. This ladies lounge at the prestigious Cotillion Club would put her interior design company in the who's who of the local society. Now all she had to do was stop thinking about Brock and start sketching. She relaxed into the ideas forming in her head, allowing the colors and textures to flow. Soon she was drawing bringing visions to life. Areas so inviting you wanted to crawl inside and curl up. She was so deep in the creative process she was completely unaware that Brock had not only returned, but had been there for hours, cleaning and cooking. She finally came out of her creative stupor when her stomach began to growl. The smell of delicious food was wafting in from the other room. She was not sure that there was even a stove in her kitchen capable of making something smelled that good, but she was not questioning her good fortune. She set aside the proposal and wandered into the room. "Yum, something smells good," she praised as she entered the sparkling clean room. "Did you clean in here?" "Yes and the living room and the bedroom and the bathroom." Brock said as he continued to plate the food he had made. "Why? You did not need to clean my house." Taylor said somewhere between grateful and offended. "Yes I did." Brock turned with two beautifully prepared plates and headed for the tiny table that had been set for an intimate dinner. "I was making sure that when you were finished working that there was nothing else to distract you from my plans." "Well, chores would not have kept me from you, if that is what you were thinking." Taylor laughed. "That was my real fear. I assumed based on the tornado remains that housework was a low priority. I cannot think in a mess. I am a little bit anal with that stuff." He set the food on the table and held her chair. She was hesitant to sit down; she had moved more to the offended side of the spectrum. "Look, I appreciate what you did here, but I like my house and I like my mess. I like taking my Sunday to right the chaos for the next week. I am not a fan of a man coming in here searching for the June Cleaver stand in that is going to cook and clean and be a perfect model of propriety. If that is what you are looking for you know where the door is." "Yes I do, and I could have used it. Instead I found a solution for something that bothered me. I did not ask you to do it or judge you for it not being done. I am done talking about the house and I am ready to eat, so sit down and eat. You are going to need your strength." Taylor stared at him trying to determine where her feminist ideals should land on this issue. He was right, he was not being judgmental or asking her to clean he was just taking care of it for himself. So how offended could she be really? She sat and smiled softly. "Thank you, I am grateful." "You are welcome." Brock acknowledged. "How did work go?" "I am close. I have a few more renderings to finish and some swatches to find but other than that I am ready for the meeting tomorrow afternoon." Taylor lit up when she talked about the progress she had made. It was a small project but so very important. She wanted it to be perfect. "Great so how much more do you need to do? When are you done?" Brock tried to keep the impatience from his voice. "I am done for the night. I will have to get my stuff to the printer in the morning and hit the fabric store on my way to the meeting but I am too fried to do more today." Taylor looked up when he sighed. "I guess we should eat and call it a night then." "I thought you were staying? I recall needing my strength." "You just said that you were fried?" "Creatively yes, but I thought you were taking over all the creativity." Taylor said suggestively. "Believe me; I am not going to be working your creativity. I already have all the plans worked out. Eat quickly, before I forget that you need sustenance." "This is too good to rush. I plan to say that a lot tonight." Taylor slowly closed her mouth over the food on her fork. Brock watched her lips close over the steel and thought of something else that he would like to put in her mouth. She wanted to savor then savor he would. The anticipation had been building for him all day, while she had been focused. He could give her a few minutes to catch up. "Then by all means do not rush." Brock said. "After all the longer you let something simmer the more moist it is when you finally eat it." "Really?" Taylor smiled knowingly. "I find that to be true as well. Very tender and juicy." "I love having it melt on my tongue." "Yeah? I like having to suck the flavor out. I like it when I have to work for it a little bit." Taylor murmured as she lifted her wine glass. "I guess that is a fundamental difference between men and women. Men like a little instant gratification to make the hard work worthwhile. Women are willing to work knowing that the reward is coming." "And coming, and coming." Taylor swirled the liquid in her glass as she eye-fucked him over the rim. "Eat. I am losing the battle of words and my control along with it." Brock growled. "Will this reheat?" "Let's go." Brock pushed back from the table, grabbed her hand and headed for the bedroom. The bedroom was immaculate, all of her clothes were put away and the bed was made with what looked like clean sheets. "You have been busy." "I had to do something to keep my hands off of you while you worked. Now get on the bed." Taylor looked down realizing that she was still in her robe and nothing else. She shrugged out of the soft cloth and climbed slowly on the bed. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she made her way to the center of the bed. "Now what?" "I am hungry so lay down, I am going to eat." Taylor lay back on the mounds of pillows and let her legs fall open. With a look she invited him to eat his fill. Brock watched her as he continued to remove his clothes. She was so fantastically sexy that it was hard for him to breathe. His blood felt like it was boiling in his skin. He stripped bare and climbed up onto the bed. He lay between her splayed thighs and watched her. Love by Design He used his fingers to pet the soft wet folds. Her breath hitched in her chest. A delicious hum centered in her core. Deliberately he held her gaze as he lowered his head. The first swipe of his tongue barely tickled the outer edges of her labia. The anticipation was killing her. The need to feel him against her center was ratcheting out of control. She trembled and lifted slightly hoping to coax him to action. The slight movement brought his tongue in contact with her clit. She moaned as electric currents of desire swirled in her loins. He echoed her moan and gave in to her demands. He began to feast on her turgid flesh; he used his fingers to penetrate her opening as his tongue began a steady rhythm against her nub. She clutched at the bedspread beneath her as she arched to meet his caresses. Soon she was mindless with the pleasure. So close to the orgasm she sought but just not there. He was aware of her impending tumble into the bliss; her mewing cries were driving him insane. He wanted to relieve his agony by plunging balls deep into her clasping cunt, but he was in control just barely. He moved faster and she went rigid as her orgasm bolted through her. He was frenzied against her weeping slit, licking every bit of her juice, reveling in the taste of her surrender. She shook as another tremor overtook her. He smiled like a wolf as he crawled over her and with little warning slammed into her vibrating vagina. He growled as her flesh closed around him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on for the ride. He moved with force, reaching new depths within her. She clutched at his back raking him with her nails. "Oh god Brock, yes!" she cried. He was in a haze trying to focus on anything other than the pleasure building in his loins. He was on the verge of losing control; he needed to make sure that she was there with him. He reached between their bodies and pinched her clit hard and fast, then applied pressure in a circular motion that was just enough to tip her into a rocking climax. He felt the climax start and surrendered to the pleasure. He shouted as his balls emptied into her. She lay there trying to find the horizon. The room was spinning, her breath was choppy. Brock was in no better condition, as he had done nothing more than collapse on her. Breathing was getting harder as she struggled with his weight. She poked him to get him to roll off her so she would not pass out. He rolled away with a groan. She sucked in much needed air and shivered. "That was amazing." She panted. He groaned again, still unable to form words. "We definitely need to eat to keep up strength to do that some more." "Yes, you are tasty but not filling. Eating you makes me hungrier." Brock wheezed. "Holy shit, that kind of talk is not going to get me out of this bed." "Woman, I am not rising to your challenge until I get some sustenance." "Now lookie there, you just lied, cause I do believe that is rising." Taylor grinned as she looked down at his awakening member. "Out of bed now Taylor!" Brock's voice rang with authority, the kind that made Taylor's thighs tingle. "Yes, sir!" She said as she rolled out of the bed. As she stood next to the bed she stared down at his delectable frame. Next time I get to eat." Taylor promised huskily. "That is a given." Brock said rolling toward her. "But for now put something on over that body so I can think." "Yes, sir." Taylor turned to her dresser and pulled open 2 drawers and began to remove items haphazardly. "Oh, no you don't!" Brock said grabbing her wrist. He yanked her toward him as he sat on the bed. Before she could protest he had her over his knee. The first swat was a total surprise to Taylor. "WHAT!?!" She screeched. "You are not going to undo all of the effort I made today. From now on you are going to respect the space, the clothes and the effort involved in maintaining all of them." Brock swatted her again. "Brock!" Taylor was not hurt by the swats but there was a great deal of heat rising from the contact. He swatted her 3 more times before he tilted her back to her feet. He glared at her as she stood before him. The look she was giving him was comically quizzical. "What the hell was that?" Taylor asked levelly. "What you needed." Brock answered levelly back. "I do not go for hitting." "That was not hitting." Brock fired back angry now. "That was a child's punishment for childish behavior." "How deep is this punishment thing going to go? Are you going to show up one day with whips and paddles?" "Who knows? I may have them in my car as we speak." Brock's eyes glittered dangerously. "Ok, well it has been fun. Have a nice life and all that." Taylor said turning to leave the bedroom. Brock grabbed her wrist and tugged so that she tumbled sitting in his lap. "I would never do anything that you do not want me to do. I am not into whips and chains, but I do like light bondage and punishment. I am not talking canes and bull-whips, I am talking swats and blindfolds, tying you down, tying you up, just enough friction to make the blood pool and ignite." Taylor was trying very hard to concentrate but his words were turning her on to the point that her vision blurred. She was imagining all of the outrageously hot things that he could do to her. She was dripping wet and ready for him to make good on the promises, then he kept talking... "I have rules that as long as you obey there will be very little need to be punished if you do not like it." Heat began clearing, "Rules?" "Yes, rules." "Ok so I know that you are alpha-male and you are very bossy, but I am a grown woman, who has been taking care of herself for a while now. Explain to me why I would voluntarily agree to follow your 'rules'." "There are many reasons, untold numbers of orgasms, pleasure beyond anything you have had before, and it would give me pleasure." "And I care, why?" "When I am happy, you are a goddess that I worship and bestow gifts upon." "Whoa, I am not a whore! I do not need your money or your gifts." "Gifts come in many forms; I have one that is clamoring for your attention right now. Can you feel it?" Brock whispered against her ear. The pulsing of his member against her hip was hard to ignore. "Yes." Taylor whispered softly caving to the erotic feel of his erection and the shivers evoked by his words in her ear. "If that is the gift I would like to let you know that you missed my last birthday, Christmas, Valentine's Day, Groundhogs Day, Arbor day..." Brock chuckled low in his throat as she named more and more mundane holidays. "I see, I guess I have a lot to make up for." "Well any time you want to start I am ready...dripping with anticipation..." "Damn woman. Put on some clothes. I am never going to eat if I do not get you out of this room now." Brock growled. He was hard, so very, very hard. "Food," Taylor sighed. "Yes feed the beast so he has the strength to ravish me properly." "Taylor, I am really close to fucking you numb." "Ok, ok I will play nice." She scooted to the dresser and carefully sorted through the drawers until she found a pair of shorts and a tank top. She shrugged into the clothes. Brock could see the sway of her unfettered breasts and knew that this was going to be the quickest dinner he ever had. He grabbed his jeans and slid them on. There was no fastening the button at the top of his fly, with his cock this full. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bedroom, into the kitchen where he began reheating the food. "Sit!" he ordered shortly. "Aye, aye Cap'n!" Taylor said with a snappy salute. She sat in the chair that she had occupied earlier this evening and watched as he moved efficiently about her kitchen. He slid a plate of hot food in front of her and resumed his seat. He did not even glance at her as he began to eat. He refused to allow the pleasure to dissuade him from eating. Without looking up he said, "You might want to eat while you can. I am not going to relinquish you just because you are weak from hunger." Taylor swallowed the desire that was welling up, and picked up her fork. She surrendered to the flavor weaving through her mouth. Allowing the texture and the contrasts to seduce her senses, she groaned with pleasure. "Damn this is fantastic." "Thanks. Please stop groaning, or hurry so I can make you make that sound without food." "Brock, how do you expect me to eat when you are turning my insides to molten lava?" "Ok look, neither of us is having an easy time with delaying the gratification of either need. There is plenty of time so relax. Eat and enjoy the tension..." "You are full of crap. There is a no relaxing. Enjoy the tension? That is the silliest thing I have ever heard." "Really?" Brock grinned. "I may tie you up and prove my point on this. Tension is an aphrodisiac; it makes the pleasure more intense." "Tie me up... Damn I am never going to be able to eat. This is really good too." She pouted. "Taylor, I am almost done here. Eat!" She lifted her brow and took another bite of the delicacy that he provided for her. She tried very hard not to moan in ecstasy, but she was a full senses eater. Taylor had been since she was a child. "My god, remind me never to take you to a restaurant. I would get arrested for fucking you under the table, which is damn close to what I want to do right now." "I am sorry; at least it is not chocolate. I pant and moan when I eat chocolate." Taylor grinned. "I want to see that." "I am sure that you do. Especially a chocolate bar. It is like I am giving oral it is so bad." "Stop. Eat. I will go to the store later." "So you like control." "Doesn't everyone?" Brock asked slowly. "No. Some people like to let others take the lead so they do not have to bear the responsibility." "What about you?" Brock asked. "I like to control myself. I like being the mistress of my destiny, but I do not care about controlling others." "Really?" "Sure, I mean I do not have any employees, I am a qualified lover because I can get myself where I need to be with a man, and I am a responsible taxpayer, so I vote but I do not run for office." "Ok strange thought process, but I understand." "I like to do my thing and let others do theirs. I can work with others but I chose not to for the most part. I like being the one that wins or fails for myself and expect others to do the same." "What about giving up the control?" "What about it?" "Can you do it?" "I am not sure; I have never tried for any length of time." "I want you to try it with me." "For how long?" "For however long this lasts." "What kind of control are we talking about?" "The kind where you are your own woman until I come home, then you are my woman. I will give you a set of rules that I want you to follow even when we are not together, and if you break them there will be consequences." "So you get to boss me around, make rules for me and what do I get?" "You get just what I promised. Pleasure, delights and the satisfaction of knowing that you have made me happy." "Couldn't I just give you a blow job every day and get the same thing?" "You could try, but I would grow bored with you and leave you. It would take about a week of fucking you mindless but then the control thing would make me restless and edgy and I would have to go." "So you are saying that if I want a future with you then I have to do this your way?" "Yep." "I will take the week. I think that is all the energy I will have to give to this anyway." "Seriously? You are willing to give up the kind of chemistry that we create because you are an 'independent woman'?" "You are asking me to become a submissive based on 6 hours of incredible sex. That is not a lot to build trust on. Besides I am not good with commitment anyway so it will all work out for the best if you just get bored." "Really, not working for me, this little dismissive thing you have going on. I am going to give you 5 minutes to finish your food and then we will discuss this further in the bedroom. If I do not like your responses there will be consequences." "Do you really expect that I am going to respond favorably to this cavemen thing?" "I will bet you money that you are soaking wet and your clit is throbbing thinking about the consequences and how you can either illicit them or avoid them, and you are probably not sure which you want more." "You are an arrogant bastard, you know that?" "Sure do. You have 3 minutes left. You best eat." Taylor glared but picked up her fork. He was right about her sopping slit and pulsing clit. Just because he was right did not mean that she had to let him know. Taylor entered the bedroom and stood waiting for direction from Brock. This was apparently his show and she was willing to play along as long as he was giving her numerous orgasms who was she to look a gifted cock in the mouth... unless asked to, of course. Brock slid behind her and slid her tank top over her head. "Rule 1, No clothes when we are alone together." Brock removed her shorts. "Rule 2, you will do as I ask without question, in sexual situations. Rule 3, you will take care of your health, eat right, sleep regularly and do not put yourself in dangerous situations." "Other than with you when you want to punish me?" He slapped her hard on the ass. "I am not a danger to you. I would never hurt you." "Ow!" "Quiet! There are things that I am going to ask you to do and I will expect you to do them. If you cannot you can tell me why you think you are not up to the challenge and I will either adjust or explain better what I need from you." Brock was running his hands over her body in long slow caresses that were lulling her into a placid state. He was calming the nerves all while he brought them tingling to life. "Rule 4, No other men. I do not share." "What about you?" Taylor asked braving possible punishment because the question was too important to avoid. "I will have no other women while we are together." Brock's whisper stroked lightly over the shell of her ear. "Unless you are there too, and I deem it necessary." "Only when I am there?" "Do not make me repeat myself." Brock growled and slapped her ass hard. "Yes, sir." She murmured meekly. "Very good. Now I need you to give me your will to direct as I see fit." "How?" "Say the words Taylor, tell me that I have your will to do with as it pleases me." "You have my will, I give it to you." Brock sighed and pulled her close against him as the relief and pleasure of the moment stole over him. He had never in his life been so grateful to have a woman submit to him. Whether it was the long ago history, or the current magic of their chemistry, one thing was certain, he was enthralled with this woman. Nothing in his teenage fantasies could compare to the bliss of her giving him control of her will. Now to test it, he thought. "Down on your knees." She sank quickly to her knees enjoying the game he was playing very much. He moved around in front of her so she was eye level with his raging cock. "Remove my pants." She reached up and began to remove his pants, her movements slow and controlled like removing wrapping paper she wanted to save. His breathing became more and more ragged as she worked. Her submissive attitude was tempered by a desire to torture. With her he doubted that he would ever get bored trying to tame her. She would never be truly tamed; hence the fire and the desire would always be there. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime he was free of his pants. He stood naked and glorious before her. She longed to touch and stroke him but she knew in this game she had to wait until he allowed it. She did her best to nudge him into allowing her to suck him. Her opening move, running her soft pink tongue along her top lip, knowing he was watching her while she stared at the erection begging for her mouth. Taylor was quite the temptress, Brock realized, watching her try to control him with his desires. Topping from the bottom was going to be a constant struggle with her. He smiled as he thought of all the ways that he could turn her temptations against her. For right now, though, he really did want to sink into her mouth. "Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth." Immediately she obeyed. He stepped closer and rubbed the tip of his erection over the moist lip she had just licked. She moaned but kept her mouth wide. The scent of his skin permeated her senses. She longed to rub her tongue along the entire length of his member, and savor the salty flavor of his skin. Throbbing to feel the head of his cock ram hard against the back of her throat, quivering for the taste of his seed flooding her taste buds, she wanted him to fuck her mouth, needed it. Still he teased, sliding against her lip but never into her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair, stroking her. He reached down and cupped the back of her neck then jammed his cock into her obliging throat in one swift plunge. She concentrated hard on not gagging. "Swallow. I want to feel that throat work. Yeah, suck it." Taylor let him control her outward movements, while she focused on using her tongue, throat, cheeks and suction to drive him wild. As he pulled back she would tilt back so the head of his member bumped over the ridges on the roof of her mouth. As he slid back in she would swirl and curl her tongue around him. As he lodged himself against the back of her throat she would swallow and moan. She would suck hard to create a tight sheath whenever he pulsed in and out shallowly. Working together they were giving him the best blow job of his life. He would have loved to stroke in and out of her mouth for hours, but it felt so amazing that he was soon filling her mouth with his essence. She whimpered as he pulled his rod from her mouth. Brock felt like he might pass out from the pleasure. Taylor reached down grabbed the tank top she had worn and deposited the cream in her mouth into the fabric. "Get on the bed." His voice sounded scratchy and raw to his ears. Once again she obediently complied with his order. As soon as she was on the bed, however, she was once again trying to tempt him. She lay on her back and allowed her knees to fall wide leaving her glistening cunt open to his view. She was not so bold as to reach down and touch her clit, but she did begin to rub her fingertips back and forth over her belly, gently dipping into her belly button to create an innocently erotic picture of what she would like six inches lower. Brock grinned knowingly, turned to her closet and returned with a fist full of scarves. "If you cannot behave, I shall be forced to tie you up." Brock said grabbing her wrist and with an efficiency of movement that surprised her, had her hand tied to the head board. He moved to the other side of the bed and completed the task for the other wrist. "Now it is my timing, my desire, with no pushing from you. Unless you beg... I would grant you what you want if you beg me for it." "Ok, really? I don't go for humiliation." "I am not asking for humiliation. I am asking you to ask me for what you want, and keep asking, nicely, until I give it to you." "How is that not humiliation?" "I am not asking you to crawl on the ground and lick my dirty boots, begging me to give you crumbs. I am asking you to use that talented mouth to ask me for what you really want, and when you do not get it, keep asking. I will hear the need in your voice and it will make you hotter, and me hotter too." "I am not begging." "We will see about that." Brock's evil grin caused a shiver to race down Taylor's spine. Brock stepped back from the bed. He lazily circled watching her laid out as a delectable treat to be savored. She kept her eyes on him waiting for him to pounce. Little did she know that he was not going to, he was going to wait until her nerves and desire for him overrode her pride. He stood at the end of the bed, licking his lips and stroking his reawakening cock.