Christina slouched upon her chaise lounge with an exhausted sigh, the residual sounds of persistent phone calls and fellow executives clamouring for her attention still plaguing her mind even after she had managed to make it home. It had been an excessively stressful week and she was more than grateful that Friday had finally arrived. She had informed her fellow marketing team members that she definitely would not be available by phone or email from the end of the day through to Sunday night like she had always been before, a request she so sorely needed to have kept. Christina rarely took her time and energy away from the advertising company she helped to keep afloat but for once she was determined to have a weekend to herself in which work was strictly uninvited.
Christina smoothed her hands down her jet black pencil skirt and pulled with irritation at the frills of her dark purple blouse as she kicked off her peep toed pumps, the satin softness of her favourite royal blue nightgown a temptation she was more than eager to give into to. More often than not she found herself falling asleep in her work clothes to Patrick’s chagrin, but tonight she would make an exception to that unfortunate nightly occurrence. As if the mere thought of him had beckoned wordlessly for him to appear, the spicy scent of Christina’s favourite cologne suddenly drifted pleasantly into her nose. She inhaled the enticing aroma with an appreciative sigh and with her eyes still closed tight she spoke clearly into the uncertain quiet, “You may approach me Patrick, in fact nothing in this moment would make me happier.”
Without a moment’s hesitation she heard footsteps approaching her, the likes of which tapered off directly in front of her reclining body. Christina opened her eyes with a soft smile, the sight of her relaxed state winning a gentle smile from Patrick in return. Christina’s light brown eyes drank in the sight of her personal assistant of only a few weeks, her lips widening further with pleasure as she noted that he had heeded to her wishes and arrived promptly at 5pm before Christina had officially made it home. Patrick nervously ran his left hand through his unruly tawny locks that never seemed to stay in place, his right hand running down his argyle cardigan that always seemed to be buttoned in the wrong order as he stood before her. After a particularly unorganized day a few weeks prior Christina had finally decided that it was time to hire a personal assistant, a decision that had brought to her desk countless candidates that just hadn’t seemed like the right fit…until Patrick had arrived. Christina had found herself immediately drawn to his shy demeanour, his awkward fidgeting and unsuccessful attempt to tame his wavy ear length hair charming attributes that she couldn’t help but be attracted to.
“What may I do for you, Christina?” With one eyebrow cocked she replied, “Now Patrick you know I prefer to be called Ms. Reynolds at night…” “You’re right, I’m sorry Chr- err, Ms. Reynolds, I forgot,” Patrick stammered in reply but Christina merely beckoned towards him and said, “It’s alright Patrick, we’re all allowed to make mistakes from time to time. Now, I’d like to have my bath prepared and my favourite blue nightgown laid out upon my bed if you’d be so kind to do so.” “Of course Ms. Reynolds, I will do that right now as you wish!” Christina nodded her dismal and Patrick quickly made his way to her bedroom, the soft patter of his feet disappearing down the hall as Christina pressed herself once more back into her cushioned seat.
She lay like that a moment or two longer before rising to her stockinged feet, her arms stretching upward into the air as she strolled in the direction that Patrick had gone at her command. As she entered her bedroom she was greeted by the enticing sound and calming scent of her bubble bath being prepared for her only a few steps to her right, anticipation beginning to awaken within her as she stood confidently within the centre of her room. Patrick’s attentions, as heavily attuned towards Christina’s needs as she had instructed them to be, sent him from the bathroom and placed him in a kneeling position at her feet. “May I undress you Ms. Reynolds?” “You may,” Christina replied as she stood above him, his hazel hued eyes gazing upward into her brown ones as she nodded her head and lifted her left foot.
Patrick reached upward and slowly rolled her stocking down her left leg, his hand brushing lightly across her foot as he placed the delicate fabric to his right at the foot of the bed. Patrick did the same for her right leg before waiting as Christina turned her back to him to stand back up, his fingers grasping the zipper of her skirt before pulling it carefully down her hips. Christina turned her front to him once more and watched with a calculating pleasure as Patrick carefully undid the buttons of her blouse before pulling it softly down both of her arms. An almost predatory smile spread across Christina’s face as she noted the way in which his fingers shook as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, his breath catching within his throat as the creamy skin of her pert breasts sprang free as he pulled her bra straps off of her arms before descending back to the floor.
Christina murmured appreciatively at the sensation of Patrick’s hands trembling against her skin as he pulled her lace edged pink panties down her hips, his chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement, which he unsuccessfully attempted to hide from Christina, as he laid them gently atop the rest of her work attire. Patrick knelt there with his head bowed, his voice shaky with repressed arousal that sent a shiver of desire up Christina’s spine as he asked, “Are you ready for your bath, Ms. Reynolds?”
“Why yes, Patrick, yes I am,” Christina replied softly as she sauntered past him towards the tempting confines of her bathtub while Patrick followed obediently behind her. Christina stopped at the porcelain side of her lion clawed bath and held out her left hand expectantly, her eyes glancing pleasingly across the plate of plump strawberries Patrick had placed there at her earlier behest as she felt him take her hand in his.
Christina stepped carefully into the tantalizing warm water of her sweetly scented tub as Patrick helped her in, her rose coloured nipples peaking prettily as she settled herself in with an appreciative sigh. Christina leaned her neck back against the smooth surface of her tub, the warmth of the water a welcome embrace in lieu of the stressful day she had endured since 7pm that morning. The sweet scent of lavender enveloped her as she looked over with half lidded eyes toward Patrick while she reached over and picked up the strawberry nearest to her searching fingers. She sucked it suggestively between her lips as she kept her stare piercing into Patrick’s, his eyes widening as he watched the pull of her mouth around the sweet fruit. He jumped when she suddenly bit down forcefully into its succulent skin, the juices running down her chin as she placed the stem back upon the plate and slowly ran a finger through the pink liquid before sucking her wet finger into her mouth. Christina suckled her finger in the same way she had the strawberry, her tongue circling around it as she pressed it in and out of her mouth before reaching forward and running the tip of it around Patrick’s parted lips. He trembled at her light touch, his eyes following her every move as she pulled her finger away and pointed it instead toward the hair atop her head, which she had pinned into a high bun.
Patrick immediately responded to her unspoken command and settled behind her head, his fingers carefully pulling pin after pin from her bun until Christina’s hair fell free in chocolate brown waves around her wet shoulders. “Please Patrick, my shoulders are so tense,” Christina indicated with a deceptive innocence, a contented sigh once more escaping from between her lips as Patrick settled his hands upon her shoulders. He massaged as thoroughly as he had been taught, alternating between light and deep presses as Christina luxuriated within the sweet scented bubbles and the calming feeling of Patrick’s fingers rubbing away the stress induced aches of the day. With a final relaxed sigh Christina spoke out into the tepid air, “Please be a dear Patrick and help me from the tub. I think I’d like to lounge upon my bed now…”
Patrick scrambled to his feet and reached for the nearest towel, his breath catching in his throat as Christina slowly rose to her feet. Her skin glistened with moisture as she stood naked before his heated stare, her eyes pinned possessively into his as he wrapped the towel around her body and whisked the wetness away. Christina’s hand upon his wrist stopped his movements as she took the towel away from his grip and let it fall to the floor in a pile around her feet and nodded her head towards her nightgown that Patrick had draped nearby. He reached for it and placed it within reach of her outstretched hand, his eyes trying desperately to remain steadfastly upon her face as Christina let the silken fabric meld against her damp skin as it fell downward before stopping in a lace edged swirl below her knees.
Christina’s nipples pressed enticingly against the plunging neckline of her gown as she ran one finger teasingly around the outline of each of her breasts as she watched him. She turned her attention towards the beckoning softness of her bed before looking back and sweeping her eyes up and down Patrick’s tense body. Christina nodded her head once more towards the bed before making her way towards it, her hips swaying with a promising debauchery that forced Patrick’s eyes momentarily shut with the swift surge of arousal he was helpless to stop, his senses entirely attuned to the beckoning of her body as she gave him no choice but to follow…
Christina settled herself comfortably upon the edge of her bed, her legs crossed demurely at the knee as she snapped her fingers and said sharply, “I want you take off every article of clothing you have on and leave them in a pile in front of the bathroom. Then, when you are entirely nude, I want you to crawl towards my feet on your hands and knees. Do you understand me Patrick?” “Yes Ms. Reynolds,” Patrick replied hoarsely, his fingers fumbling with his cardigan as he clumsily let it fall to the floor before moving his attentions to his pants. Patrick pulled both his briefs and pants down his legs all at once until he stood exposed to Christina’s possessive stare.
Patrick slowly sunk to the ground, the cold tiles of the bathroom floor biting into his knees as he began to crawl towards Christina, an anticipatory grin spreading her plump lips wide as she cast her hot gaze upon the sight of his straining shaft bobbing so temptingly between his thighs as he made his way towards her. Patrick stopped directly in front of her toes as he waited for the next command she would make. Christina bent downward and grasped Patrick’s chin within one hand as she tilted his head upward and said with a seductive confidence that momentarily took the breath from Patrick’s body, “Once I’ve pressed my back into the bed and spread my legs wide, I want you to bury yourself between my thighs and suckle and pull at my flesh until I come, hard, against your mouth. You will do that for me, won’t you Patrick?” The whimper she heard emerge from between Patrick’s parted lips was all the answer that Christina needed and in its wake she bent down closely so that her lips were so temptingly close to his own as she whispered teasingly into his mouth, “Good boy…”
Christina pressed her lips against Patrick’s in a brief kiss before releasing his chin and pressing her back comfortably into her bed. She pulled the bottom of her nightgown upward so that it settled above the curve of her hips. Patrick inhaled sharply at the seductive sight of her swollen flesh so deliciously close to his lips as Christina ever so slowly spread her legs as wide as her body would allow. When Christina’s body stilled upon her sheets as Patrick shakily moved forward, his shaft pulsing with pleasure as he pressed his trembling lips into the soft crease of her right inner thigh.
Christina pressed herself into his touch as she reached forward with both hands and wrapped her fingers into his hair. She tugged him forcefully toward the swollen folds of her cleft and with a throaty moan Patrick eagerly sank his mouth into the delectably soft flesh nestled between her inviting thighs. Christina gasped in delight as he ran the back of his tongue hungrily up the length of her slit, her hips pressing into the touch of his tongue as he ran it upward and back, upward and back. Patrick brought his hands up to grasp her inner thighs as he lapped eagerly at her flesh, the scent and taste of her sex further enflaming his own aching arousal as he drank hers in.
Christina ground her hips into the talented strokes of his tongue and the firmness of his lips as he ate at her flesh, wavy strands of her dark brown hair falling between her parted lips as she panted beneath his touch. Patrick pressed his fingers firmly into her flesh as she moaned beneath the ministrations of his mouth, his own guttural groan disappearing against her skin as he circled his tongue around the outside of her aching clit. Christina had taught Patrick precisely what she liked and she had found that he took direction quite well when it came to the pleasure of her body. Patrick lapped at her folds with the hunger of the starved, relishing the flavour of her flesh as she lay spread before him. He ran his tongue down towards her heated opening and pressed the tip of it inside. Christina gasped in surprised delight at the sudden sensation of his tongue entering her, the forward roll of her hips encouraging him to explore further.
Patrick pressed his tongue forward and back, forward and back, his fingers digging into her quivering thighs as he pressed them firmly into the softness of her bed. Patrick then pulled his tongue out and slid it back up her slit and began to caress the sensitive surface of her clit with the tip of his tongue. He stroked her aching bud with a gentle touch as he circled around it before switching out his tongue for his teeth. Christina’s eyelids flew open and she let out a startled cry as he increased the pressure of his teeth around her clit until pleasure flirted with pain. Christina’s entire body thrummed with a nervous energy as he held her tender skin so delicately between his teeth, her breath expelling in panting gasps as he then released her and instead wrapped his lips around where his teeth had been.
Patrick suckled her delicate clit between his lips before bathing her with laps of his tongue, alternating between the two sensations as Christina moaned throatily with pleasure above him. Christina reached for Patrick as he pleasured her, her fingers digging into his unruly hair once more as she undulated her hips eagerly towards his mouth. She held on tightly to his hair, winding strands of it around her fingers before tugging it so sharply that Patrick could not help but gasp at the sudden pain. Christina held him strongly against her, preventing his mouth from moving away from her hungry flesh.
Patrick feverishly fed from her flesh, his tongue stroking vigorously up and down her cleft, his lips, his tongue and his breath all dragging Christina closer and closer to the edge of her control. She shivered and tensed as his embrace finally became too much for her body to resist. Christina momentarily tensed, her arms and legs stiffening before relaxing as, with a shuddering cry, she came forcefully against Patrick’s mouth. Christina’s back bowed as the intensity of her orgasm ripped through her body, moan after throaty moan expelling from her throat as she writhed without an ounce of self-control. Christina thrashed and groaned as Patrick continued to suckle his lips around her flesh, his own body responding hungrily to the sound and taste of her release.
With one last shuddering sigh and roll of her hips Christina finally settled limply back into her bed. Her hands she kept within his hair but she loosened her punishing grip, petting his hair lazily as he laid his right cheek softly against her right thigh. Patrick’s breath wheezed in and out of his throat, his heart thumping erratically within his chest as his own unsatiated desire pulsed needily from between his legs. Christina shifted beneath him and pulled her leg away, his cheek resting instead against her bed as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got to her feet, her nightgown falling back down her legs as she strolled around his still kneeling body.
Patrick shivered as she ran her fingers down his naked back, his eyes widening as she bent over and whispered heatedly into his ear while her left hand closed around the base of his shaft, “I love how hungry you are for me, Patrick, so hard and swollen with need. You’d love nothing more than to thrust yourself inside of me, wouldn’t you Patrick?” Her fingers squeezed suggestively around his shaft and rolled upward toward the sensitive head as he whimpered and responded with a shaky yes. Christina smiled with satisfaction, her tongue flicking out to lick up his ear before suddenly nipping sharply at his earlobe. Patrick cried out in surprise at the sudden pain, and as her grip intensified around his engorged flesh Christina bit out dominatingly into his ear, “You will come inside of my body when I ALLOW you to and only when I give you permission to do so. NOT when you want to or if you think it’s what I desire. Come ONLY when I explicitly give my consent. Do you understand me Patrick?” “Yes, Ms. Reynolds,” Patrick whispered breathily in return.
“Good…” Christina said with a smile as she released his shaft and stood back up. She headed for the hallway but stopped momentarily within the doorway of her room and spoke to Patrick over her shoulder. “You will remain on your knees until I return. Then, and only then, will I decide if I will allow you inside of my body. Do you understand me, Patrick?” “Yes, Ms. Reynolds,” Patrick replied meekly as he trembled upon her bedroom floor. The muffled sounds of his desperate groans followed her as she exited her bedroom, a mischievous smile spreading her lips wide as she left him there upon her floor aching for a touch that she, and only she, was allowed to give.