Craving It All: The Craving Series Page 4

  I allowed my hand to brush against him.

  “I think you may be about to become the best asset my company has Evie.”

  I felt sad to leave my island paradise. That fantasy had been one of my favourites for many years but I was looking forward to my new career with Parker. After all, how many people get paid huge amounts of money for letting their imagination run riot in creating outrageous fantasy scenes, and then even better - get to step right into those fantasies.

  My life had taken an exciting turn and the future looked like it was going to get even better.

  Craving an Audience

  A World of Fantasy

  I have the most wonderful job in the world.

  That might sound like a bold statement. There might be people out there that do jobs with more power, or more of a sense that they are doing something worthwhile. But for a sheer sense of fun and getting paid for doing something I love… my job is going to be hard to beat.

  Just a few weeks ago I was jobless, penniless and worried that my life was going nowhere. Then I got a job that pays me for doing what I love to do.

  I have always liked creating fantasies. Everywhere I go I like to make up stories about the people that I meet or even just pass in the street. I might see a really hot guy on a motorbike. He might be just standing by his powerful throbbing machine. He might be wearing tight jeans and leathers.

  Almost instantly in my head he will be taking me for the ride of my life. I will be sitting pillion astride his bike as we power off. I will imagine what it would be like to wrap my arms around that muscular torso. To feel his muscles tense and relax as he controls the bike. I will lean into his body and smell the musk of masculinity. I’ll squeeze my thighs together and press into his legs, pushing myself harder into his back so that I feel every vibration of that throbbing beast excite me. My imagination will stimulate me until I feel damp; sometimes I will even orgasm and feel waves of pleasure pulsate through my body. A really good fantasy will even have me groaning in pleasure.

  Then I create the seduction. I see us pulling over into a secluded woodland. He takes me firmly around the waist and lifts me off the machine, pulling me in tightly so that our bodies almost merge into one. He tilts my head and seeks my mouth. His tongue probing urgently. I can feel his manly form pressing through his jeans and into me making my pelvis spontaneously tilt, ready to receive him.

  I like to see wanton lust in his eyes. It excites me knowing that he wants me; that he wants to take me right there. And I really want to be taken. I fumble with his belt and with shaking hands release his solid rod from its confines. I can see the relief pass over his face as the pressure is removed but that relief doesn’t last. I like my men to be strong and in control but that doesn’t mean that I allow them to have control. He gasps and releases his grip around my waist as I take a firm hold on his rock hard manhood.

  I move slowly down his body, pushing aside his clothes and licking his torso with the tip of my tongue. This is my moment of control. As my lips circle the tip of his rod I can feel it throb almost as much as his bike when he takes it to full throttle.

  I like to tease him. I like to keep control, just taking the very tip of his cock into my mouth. It’s only when I know that he really wants it that I take him deeper. I Use my tongue and my lips to take him from rigid to near the point of explosive release.

  Then I let the control return to him. I feel him lift me effortless back to my feet. His hands are pulling at my clothes. First he releases my breasts, undoing most of the buttons on my blouse and tearing the others away. I feel him pushing aside the lace of my bra and bending to take one nipple and then the other into his hungry mouth. The sensation rushes to the tips of my nipples making them as hard as stone. As hard as the cock that I still hold in one hand.

  Then he becomes more urgent. Lifting my skirt and pulling my panties to one side. He pushes me to the ground and enters me in one fluid movement. I can feel his teeth rub gently on my neck as he builds a steady and powerful rhythm between my legs. Our body’s crash together as I thrust back encouraging him to take me deeper.

  Our bodies are out of control, taken over by lust and desire.

  He is groaning with pleasure as he pushes into me and I can feel the length of his shaft penetrating. My voice joins his as we both release the growing tension and then it all peaks. My screams echo around the trees. My body shudders and I can feel internal pulsing that runs up and down his shaft as he releases his heat and we collapse back onto the grass still holding each other firmly.

  The fantasies come so easily to me. Any situation. Any person that I see. Any starting point can lead to passion and excitement. Maybe I have passed you in the street and you have become the star of one of my dreams.

  And that is why my job is so wonderful. I was introduced to a billionaire that needed excitement in his life.

  Parker had inherited his companies and didn’t really have any role to play in them. He had managers making his businesses grow and lawyers overseeing the managers and making sure his interests were safe.

  He was a billionaire and bored.

  So he made me an offer that I just couldn’t refuse. It is my job to create fantasies for Parker and then make them come alive, and he pays me very well for my skills. He even gave me a work of art worth millions just as a golden welcome.

  Sure I have sex with him, but only because I want to. My contract states the fantasies only have to go as far as I want them to. Parker just enjoys the excitement. But having sex with Parker could just be considered a perk of the job. He is really hot. His personal trainer makes sure he maintains a ripped body. He has abs you could play a tune on. His shoulders are strong and the curves of his shoulder muscles move into the bulges of his biceps.

  He also has a really cute face with a strong jaw line, and then there is his best feature, pale green piercing eyes that seem to be able to pierce right into my soul. I have always loved eyes and Parker has eyes to die for.

  So that’s my new life. I have a great job doing what I love to do and getting paid bundles of cash for doing it.

  As I said I have the most wonderful job in the world.

  Exploring Parker

  I know Parker really enjoyed the first adventure that I created for him, but this time it was going to be personal.

  I wanted to find out everything that I could about Parker. What really turned him on? What excited him and what worried him. I really wanted to know what his deepest hidden desires were. What he would do if there was nothing holding him back.

  I entered the gleaming modern office block more confidently now. The first time I came here I was intimidated by the thick carpets and luxurious décor. Even the luscious Lindy who sits at reception with her immaculate nails and perfectly styled hair used to intimidate me. Now we go off together to get our manicure every Thursday, straight after work.

  I gave Lindy a quick wave of my perfectly manicured tips as I walked straight across reception and to lift number six that would take me straight to the penthouse. Lift number six didn’t stop at any other floor.

  Parker was already in the office when I walked in. He was busy working on his putting skills, with a line of golf balls that he was attempting to put into little cups that were arranged around the room.

  His eyes lit up when he saw me and his mouth broke into a perfectly straight and perfectly white smile. That’s how I liked things to be, I could tell Parker was so keen to retain my services he was almost ready to be servile.

  “Evie. What have you got planned for us this time.”

  I walked over to him, placed one hand on his chest and guided him back and onto a couch where I sat astride him.

  “Today is interrogation day,” I was pleased with the response that I got from that. His eyes widened and he couldn’t avoid forming a little gulp in the back of his throat.

  “I am going to find out every… last… little… intimate… detail… about…you.” I moved in closer on each word so that the last
words I spoke were whispered directly into his ear. I knew he could feel the heat from my breath on his skin. And the bulge that was pushing into my pelvis indicated that he was finding it exciting.

  He reached forward and tried to brush his lips onto mine but I moved back and slipped off his lap.

  “Parker, you naughty boy.” I glowered seductively at him. “No tasting the candy until you have done your homework.”

  I walked over to his desk and perched on the corner making sure that he could see an expanse of my thigh.

  “Today I am going to be asking you a series of questions and you must answer all of them honestly. If you are really honest your next treat is going to be better than the last… but I will warn you now if you try to lie to me or you hold back any information, I will know and I will punish you.”

  I didn’t know if Parker was going to accept domination, but I had been reading up on the qualities of the rich and powerful and one of the things that kept coming out was that powerful men often wanted to be dominated. To have periods of time when they relinquished all control. I was gambling that Parker would fit into that group and from the reaction I was getting I think the gamble was paying off.

  “Yes Evie. I promise to tell you the truth about everything.” He even made a little sign, crossing his heart as he spoke.

  “Question one Parker. Name somewhere that you would like to have sex. It has to be somewhere that you have never had sex before.”

  Parker paused and I watched his eyes swing about as he formulated his answer. One of my majors at college had been psychology and there was a theory that a persons eyes pointed indifferent directions when different parts of the brain were being used.

  Parker’s eyes came to rest looking up and to the right. That suggested he was using his imagination. He was complying with my instruction that he should create a completely untried location.

  Finally he spoke and his voice was slow and quiet, “Somewhere that I might get caught. Somewhere public where I might be seen.”

  That was an interesting answer. So Parker wanted a little exhibitionism in his next sexual encounter.

  “Very good Parker. Next question. A quickie or a long seduction?”

  I was pretty certain that as he wanted the sexual encounter to be in public he would want it to be fast and passionate so his answer came as a surprise, “Never quick. I want the experience to last. I want to savour every last minute.”

  It would seem that Parker wanted the experience to be one that had a real danger of being caught as he indulged and enjoyed the encounter.

  I continued questioning him until I had enough detail to begin to plan the adventure.

  One other factor that came out several times was the idea of a tease. Parker clearly liked the idea of being teased. He wanted to be close to the promise of a sexual encounter only for it to be taken away. He wanted the anticipation to be strong. Well Parker had let that little secret out to the wrong person. I was an expert in teasing. I smiled inwardly as I pictured taking Parker on a journey of anticipation. Teasing him to the point that he will need to beg for relief. I would make him feel that he might explode with desire if that relief does not come soon enough.

  I gathered my things together and slipped my notes into my bag.

  “You will not see me for a few days now Parker. I will be planning your next fantasy. When I am ready I will text you with your first instruction. That message could come at any time – night or day. You must be ready to respond whatever you are doing. The message will contain a time limit. If you do not comply within that time limit there will be consequences.”

  “Yes Evie. Will you need the private jet to be ready?”

  “Not this time Parker.” I walked over to the windows that stretched across an entire wall of the office, “Your first experience of sex in public will be right here in the city.”

  I actually saw the colour drain from his face, “You know that can’t happen, Evie. I am far too well known in this country.” He walked over to his desk and removed a gossip magazine from one of the drawers. He threw the magazine across the table so that it landed in front of me.”

  The front cover advertised a lead article

  The Top 10 Most Eligible Bachelors”

  I turned to the page and there was Parkers chiselled face. He had made number 2 on the list.

  “I can’t even get my own bagel without someone spotting me. It’s absolute hell.”

  “It’s not your job to work out how it will happen. That’s what you pay me for. If you are really going to experience this fantasy there has to be an element of danger. Now stop worrying and wait for my text.”

  I started for the door but then turned back; the tease may as well start now. I walked back over to Parker who was now standing by the windows. I slipped one hand around the back of his neck and moved his head towards me. His mouth opened ready for the kiss but I moved quickly, brushing my lips on his cheek I whispered in his ear.

  “Don’t worry Parker. It will be worth it.”

  As I moved away I casually grasped his cock through his trousers, then I broke away and gave him a final smile as I slipped through the door.

  Let’s go Public

  I spent the next couple of days making plans for Parker’s big adventure.

  My plan was to take him outside of his comfort zone and enhance the sexual encounter that the adventure would eventually lead to by building the anticipation. Once all the plans were in place Parker was going to experience the cock tease of the century.

  I was more than a little apprehensive. I had only been in my job for a few weeks and I was playing with fire. Parker was used to everyone around him jumping to whatever tune he played and I was about to take that power and control away. This could only go one of two ways and I really didn’t like the alternative that could lead to me being out of a job again. The problem is I have always been wired to take risks; I just love the adrenalin rush I get from breaking all the rules.

  I received regular messages from Parker. It was good I could tell from the increased urgency in the messages that his intrigue was already building and the adventure hadn’t even begun.

  Finally everything was in place and I sent the first text.

  “You are to report to the ‘creation factory’ on Park Avenue in one hour. You may take your car and driver but you are to send the driver away as soon as you arrive. There will be penalties if you are late. The clock is ticking.”

  The creation factory specialised in film and television special effects. Parker was about to have his appearance changed enough for him to be able to walk the streets of the city without being recognised. An old school friend of mine worked in the make-up department, and I was hiding in a room next to the make-up studio where I could observe the transformation and the flirting that Candy had been instructed to indulge in. Candy was known as Steven when we were at school. We always knew that he was not comfortable in the male body he had been born into.

  I watched Parker’s car making its way across the city on a tracking app I had installed on my phone. Most of the time crossing the city in an hour would have been easy, but I sent the text at 7.30 am and they were hitting heavy rush hour traffic.

  I turned up the volume on the radio receiver that was receiving a signal from the in car bug. There was tension in Parker’s voice, “Can you not get moving any quicker.”

  “Sadly not sir, we are in a jam.”

  “Is there not a faster way? Cut through some back streets.”

  “Sadly I am taking the best route already sir.”

  “How much longer is this going to take?”

  “With luck we will arrive at your destination in 15 minutes.”

  “Just do what you can to make it quicker.”

  “Of course sir.”

  I looked at my watch. Parker’s driver needed to shave at least three minutes off that estimated time if Parker was to meet his deadline. I was just loving hearing the tension in his voice; I could hear the tightness in his t
hroat that made his voice just a little higher. Parker was clearly taking the assignment seriously.

  I checked the window and saw. Parker’s car pull to the side of the road, the traffic had come to a standstill. He was two hundred yards away. The rear door opened and Parker started to sprint towards the building.

  3 minutes to the deadline.

  I heard the front doors crash open.

  On the CCTV I saw Parker frantically asking for directions to the creation factory offices. Then he ran for the stairs.

  From my hiding place I watched and listened as he ran into the front office. He had made it with 30 seconds to spare. He was breathless and looked a little harassed.