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  Once I had tightened the strap he was secured firmly.

  I bent down and took his nipple in my mouth, twirling it with my tongue. Then I gently held it in my teeth and pulled it out until it pulled out of my grip and pinged back to his body.

  I repeated the operation on his other nipple.

  I felt his penis stir on my thigh.

  “Now it’s your turn”

  I opened the blouse further and offered one of my nipples to him; holding it so that he could just reach it with his tongue.

  My breasts tingled as he flicked my nipple with the tip of his tongue.

  I moved my chest to let him reach the other nipple. Then I moved nearer so that he could take me into his mouth.

  I reached down with one hand and took his hardening shaft; curling my fingers around its girth and feeling it grow.

  I lowered myself and allowed a few inches of his shaft to enter me; moving my hips in slow gyrations to send waves of sensation into him.

  Suddenly I pulled away and stood in front of him. He looked horrified and pulled on the restraints.

  Slowly and very deliberately I started to remove my clothes. Slipping off my jacket and then opening the front of the blouse to show my breasts as they surged over the tiny bra. I reached behind me and unclipped the bra, it fell loose but I held it for a moment longer before dropping it on the floor. I stood in front of him wearing only the tiny skirt. Parker was still straining to get closer so I moved towards his straining body, shimmying my shoulders to make my breasts sway tantalising but just out of reach.

  I inched my way closer to his face and watched him suck air in through his nostrils, desperate to catch my scent.

  His manhood now stood proudly to attention and rigid with lust. I picked up one of the feathered toys and stroked it with a touch that he would only just detect, it amused me to see him twitch and to know that I was controlling that movement.

  “Maybe I should leave you to calm yourself a little,” I gave him an impish grin as I turned towards the doors.

  “Please mistress, please don’t leave me. The pressure is so great mistress I think I cannot take much more.”

  I turned back and strode sharply over to him, and then I reached forward and took him in my hand firmly. He let out a little yelp.

  “What would you like me to do Parker? Do you want me to relieve you here?” I stroked his shaft firmly and felt it twitch in response.

  “Would you like me to stimulate your balls, or take them in my mouth” I reached under him and cupped him in my hand.” He twitched again in my hand.

  “Do you want to penetrate deep into me?” I released his cock and turned away, lifting my skirt and giving him a brief flash of my shaven pussy.

  “Whatever would please you mistress.”

  “I would like you to pleasure me on the table, but you will need to have these put back on” I lifted the hand cuffs so he could see them, then used the cold steel to stroke his hard shaft.

  Parker complied with my request and I snapped the cuffs back on his wrist after releasing his arms from the chair.

  Using the cuffs I led him over to the table where I used one of the leather straps to secure him to the table, I wrapped the straps around the cuffs then moved to the other side of the table where I pulled on the strap and moved him to a central position.

  I then moved back to his legs and secured each to table legs. Once I had adjusted the straps he was securely tied with he arms firmly fixed above his head.

  I climbed onto the table and sat astride his chest still wearing the skirt which was now resting high on my waist.

  Gradually I moved up his body and once again Parker sucked in my scent.

  I had received minimal stimulation so far so when I lowered myself onto his mouth the explosions of pleasure shot through my body. I held my body above his face and looked down to watch him using his tongue to give me pleasure.

  I wanted the stimulation to go on for ever but I was also building an irresistible urge to feel him deep inside of me.

  Finally I could take no more.

  I shuffled down his restrained body and held myself over him. He was so hard he didn’t really need guidance but I took him in my hand so that I could completely control the penetration.

  Parker did what he could to thrust into me but I had secured him well and it was my rotating hips that provided the action.

  Gradually I built his response, enjoying the twitching feedback I received from the pulsating length I held inside of me.

  I could feel his swell and knew from the expression on his face that he would not be able to last much longer.

  I reached behind me and gently gripped his balls; they were tight in my hand.

  I maintained my grip as I squeezed his length and moved upon it.

  The noise he made as he reached his climax was like a wolf howling at the moon. He had no control and let the tension scream out of his body until his muscles relaxed and he collapsed back onto the table.

  Once we had cleared the room we sat for most of the night on the floor of his apartment.

  For the first hour Parker wanted to talk about nothing other than the experience, he seemed to want to relive each moment and tell me how he felt when I restrained and teased him.

  It was clearly an experience that he was not going to forget, but I could tell there was something else that he wanted to say.

  Eventually he let it out, “Is that how you most enjoy sex Evie? Is that how you want it to be?”

  I laughed and he looked hurt, “I’m not laughing at you, though you do look really worried.”

  “It is fine; if that is how you most enjoy it I can…”

  I stopped him speaking with a gentle kiss, “No Parker that is not how I always want to have sex. I don’t want there to be an always way of having sex. As I told you before I want variety. I want you to take control sometimes and sometimes I will. Sometimes I want neither of us to be in control. I want long relaxed sessions and I want quickies up against a wall. I want to have you here and up a mountain and on a beach.”

  I stopped to take a breath. “The only thing I don’t want is boredom. If we are going to make it together for the rest of our lives we are both going to need to work to keep it exciting.”

  Parker looked pleased with my response. I was exhausted but didn’t want to move from our position on a thick rug. We snuggled together and fell deeply asleep.

  I woke the next morning to find covers over my naked body and a cushion under my head. I could hear Parker in the kitchen. After a few moments he entered the room carrying a tray loaded with coffee and breakfast pastries.

  “I’m not surprised you slept in after all that exertion yesterday.” He looked happy and full of energy.

  “Let’s have breakfast in the board room.” Parker looked doubtful but I pleaded with him with my eyes and he soon relented. I wanted to be reminded of the fun we had enjoyed together just a few hours earlier.

  We both pulled on some clothes and then Parker carried the tray across the hallway.

  It was fortunate that we both had decided to dress before we moved over for our breakfast because half way through our meal the chairman appeared in the doorway.

  “Really Parker. I know that you own all of this but you could give the room a little bit of the respect it deserves. Eating in the board room whatever next.”

  “I do apologise,” I smiled across at him, “it was really not Parkers fault, I just love the grandeur of the room, but I do see your point. We mustn’t let things slip or before you know it people could be doing all sorts of things in here. I won’t let it happen again.”

  “Yes, well thank you for understanding and I bid you good day.”

  He disappeared along the corridor and Parker scowled across at me, “You just enjoy being wicked a little too much.”

  “So punish me” I laughed as I stood up and bent over the table, miming being spanked.

  I felt more comfortable about the future. I had managed to add
ress my concerns with Parker and we had found ways that we could move forward in the relationship without compromising our fun.

  There were just a couple more things that I wanted to get straight. The first was ensuring that I would have something to work on that would give me independence and I had an idea for something that might just work.

  The second was finding somewhere to live.

  The penthouse was great but I didn’t want to work, live and love all in one space. Well not all the time.

  I sat on the arm of the chair that Parker had flopped into.

  “Parker.” I slipped a hand across his shoulders and stroked his chest. “Do you think we should go house hunting now we are going to be married?

  “If that’s what you want then we will start looking.”

  I dipped my head down and gave him a long lingering kiss. Part two of my plan could wait I could feel Parker had other things on his mind as his hands began to explore.

  Life was looking good and now was not the time for Parker to be distracted.

  Craving Love – an erotic romance

  Finding Our Love Nest

  My life is back on track.

  I had been really concerned when Parker my billionaire boyfriend started to get serious. I thought it would mean losing so many things that I loved about spending time with him.

  My relationship with Parker had started out as a business arrangement. Admittedly it was a rather unique business relationship but it meant that I knew exactly where I stood.

  Parker seemed to have it all when I first met him. He had inherited some very successful businesses and although he had little interest in being a business man that didn’t really matter as he had a team of very competent people to run things for him.

  The things that were missing from his life were excitement and fun, and that is where I came in. I have always loved making the ordinary extraordinary; in short I loved to spend my time in a fantasy world where I would take people that I met, or even people I just saw in the street, and create little fantasies. In my head I could make people do anything I wanted them to do – and what I wanted them to do usually turned out to be something very hot and steamy.

  Parker loved my creativity and he hired me to bring those fantasies into his life. It actually turned out even better as we usually stepped right into the fantasies and made them become true. We would travel the world, stay in the best hotels, do the most exciting things, and then we would experiment to achieve exciting and fulfilling sex.

  How could life be any better?

  I got to live my fantasies with a man who was rich, fun, incredibly good looking and a very generous lover.

  Then I noticed things were changing. It was just little things at first. He seemed a little more attentive. Sometimes he wanted our love making to be more tender. Then I started to think of him differently and the whole thing got a lot more emotional… and then he proposed.

  But as I said it has all worked out. I was terrified that being in a proper relationship with Parker would mean an end to the fun, but we talked it through. I made it clear that I would want to continue the passion; I would want the same variety. Life would still need to include enjoying each other in every way we could imagine. That I wanted long sensual sessions of passion and I also wanted a quick and naughty liaison whenever we got the opportunity.

  It turned out that Parker wanted the same. He wanted the relationship to move to another level just so we would continue the passion. If anything he wanted more variety and he was willing to prove it by trying out some rather more adventurous sexual play. He seemed to particularly enjoy my dominatrix so she was definitely going to stay.

  Today we are going to look at some houses. Parker had been living in an apartment on the penthouse floor of his office block. It was a truly lovely apartment with magnificent views across the river and around the city, but if we were starting a new life together I wanted it to be in a home that we could truly call our own. Parkers apartment was fantastic but it was next to his office and on the same corridor as his managers and assistants. It might have been bright and airy but it was also claustrophobic and terrible for our sex life.

  They say that you just know when you find a house that is right for you. Well I can honestly say that the first one we were taken to was absolutely not right. It seemed to suck all my energy from me as soon as I walked through the doors. It was a huge property and had all the things that property agents call desirable, but it just felt so heavy.

  I liked property number two as soon as we turned onto the drive.

  The agent was babbling on about its prestigious location and how the gardens caught the best of the sun. I shut all that off as we swept along the driveway and pulled up in front of white marble steps that led to the double entrance doors.

  The entrance hallway stretched from the front of the house all the way to the back with doors leading to the various receptions. There was also a wide staircase that led up to the bedrooms.

  I felt a tingle of excitement almost as soon as I walked into the building and my mind started to present me with pictures of how we might live… and love in this home.

  I made my way to the staircase, “I would like to start upstairs and make our way down”

  Parker gave me a quizzical look but followed my lead. The agent looked a little put out as this way of conducting the exploration would take her off the script she had prepared for the guided tour.

  The master bedroom overlooking the front drive was bigger than my whole apartment. The agent was just telling us about the two dressing rooms that led off when her phone rang, she looked at the caller display and I prayed it would be something important.

  “I am really sorry but I need to take this.” She left the room and I heard her move down the stairs. I looked out of the front window and as I expected a moment later she appeared on the front steps, needing some privacy for her call I guess.

  “Now Parker… I said that sometimes I wanted to have you quickly and urgently. Well how quickly can you perform under pressure?”

  Parker looked apprehensively towards the door.

  “You are losing time Parker, she could end that call at any moment.”

  I slid a finger provocatively between two buttons on my shirt and started to work my way into my bra.

  Parker strode over the room, took a quick glance through the window then swept me into his strong arms.

  His mouth sought mine with a passion that felt different to any that we had experienced before. I felt his hand pulling my shirt loose and making its way up my body.

  This time there was no preliminary exploration. Parker always liked to tease with a gentle stroke of his finger that would move tantalizingly close to my nipple but not make any contact. This time his hand pushed my bra aside and his hand gently squeezed my breast, then I felt his fingers close on my nipple and bolts of electricity cascaded through my body.

  The kiss was already passionate and his tongue hunted mine.

  I was completely taken up with the moment. The agent standing just below us fell from my mind. I wanted to feel him and at that moment nothing else mattered. I tugged urgently on his zipper and delved inside his pants, releasing his hardening manhood. It felt solid in my hand and as I stroked it became harder still.

  Parker’s hands were now working my skirt up over my hips.

  The tiny triangle of material that made up the front of my thong was pushed to one side and I felt the glorious sensation of a finger stroking the cleft at the opening of my very personal entrance. I felt a warm glow as I began to moisten.

  Parker suddenly pulled away and turned me round before bending me over the back of an armchair that stood in the window.

  I could see the agent still talking on her phone.

  Parker tried to enter me but the thong put up a brave resistance. I felt him take the material on one of my hips in both hands and then a snap before the silky thing fell loose. He snapped the other side and slid the silk between my legs; it sent a g
entle tingle into my stomach.

  His penetration felt urgent but he still ensured his cock moved smoothly into me.

  I was unable to control the gasps that I had to release on each thrust. He felt huge and unbelievably I got the sensations that told me he was still growing. His hands once more found my breasts and he added to the tantalizing sensations by gently tugging on my nipples.

  Through the window I saw the agent ending her call.

  “She’s coming.” I gasped.