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Anthony’s POV
It’s Sunday morning and with that comes the daunting reality that the work week grind is inching closer. But the beautiful woman asleep on my arm is begging for the weekend to last a little longer. Her petite frame looks so delicate curled up next to me, her fair skin, green eyes and auburn hair halfway down her back. Don’t think I did much to deserve this beauty. And I am starting to wonder if I took advantage of an unfair situation. I shake away the thought.
I slowly slip my arm from under her and make my way to the bathroom. Just going to take a quick shower before starting breakfast. Nothing like a hot shower. I had my hands to the wall letting the water run down my back when a tiny little arm snaked around my stomach. Her hand splayed across my abs, sliding across the muscles.
She spoke softly, “Do you mind if I join you?”
I pondered my next move, letting her think she was getting away with something as her hand moved further down the front of me. I quickly grabbed her hand before she reached my hard cock, spun us around, and firmly pinned her to the wall by her throat. She gasped as I held her eyes. Her mouth fell open but I was drowning in the sea of emeralds in her eyes. Cassie has undoubtedly captured me and I didn’t know how I would let her go or if I even wanted to.
She broke my stare, “Anthony….” I don’t know if it was a plea or a question. She looked down and I captured her mouth. She opened for me as I explored her with my tongue. I knew she would stay where I put her so I released her neck and trailed my hand down her her body, between her breasts, across her smooth stomach, down to her core, her dripping wet core, just asking for my fingers to find a place inside.
She pushed her hips into me. “Is this what you wanted when you walked in here, Princess?” She moaned, head tilted back, some of her small weight sitting right in my hand. I rubbed her walls slowly and methodically. She had to be swollen and sore from last night’s activities.
“More…” she begged. Shit, this girl is going to be the death of me. I used my free hand to move her arms to my shoulders.
“Do try to hold on to me, Princess.” I chuckled as she suddenly looked at me wide eyed. I grabbed one of her legs and hooked it on my hip. She strained on the tip toes of her other foot. I slowly withdrew my fingers and then quickly cupped her ass, lifting her up and seating her right on my cock. She let out a tiny scream and then a whimper. I pressed her back against the tile as she clung to me, arms tight around my neck and ankles hooked behind my back.
I meant to be gentle, but is shower sex ever gentle? Not really, so I drove into her with passion and force, feeling like I was claiming, taking this pure little Princess of a woman down into the darkest trenches with me. She was getting close, her sounds gave her away first, panting and moaning before her pussy starts to clench and pulse and repeat. I was close too, and I wanted to claim her, primal as it may be, I leaned down to her shoulder and bit that fleshy part above the collar bone. Her orgasm exploded instantly, triggering mine.
I carried her over to the shower seat and sat her down. “Let me get cleaned up Princess and then I will take care of you.”
She pulled her legs into her chest and watched me with intense eyes and glow about her. Oh how I wanted to know what she was thinking right now. I washed my hair, face and body, before walking across to her and giving her my hand. I pulled her close before washing her. She was putty on my hands, not limp, pliable as she enjoyed being washed from head to toe.
We cleaned up and headed for the kitchen again. Food and hydration are staples to a great sex life. I cooked and she broke the silence.
“So really, um, how is this going to work exactly? With work and us? Is there an us? What are we? Shit Anthony, I am sorry I just don’t know what I am doing.”
“Cassie, I want to keep seeing you. I don’t expect a label, I don’t think we are there, but I want to spend time with you, alone, again, after today.”
She blushed, looked down and started playing with her nails.
“And work? What will we do there?”
“Hold on Princess… Do you want to see me again after today, just the two of us?”
“Yes.”
“Eyes, Cassie. Look at me and tell me you want to continue.”
“I do.”
I know she meant it but you couldn’t miss the scared little girl in her looking back at me. That look. I was playing with fire and my dick was growing hard again. Work might be harder for me than her, literally.
“Tomorrow morning, I am going to get you reassigned to Bob. That eliminates any direct conflict of interest. We can still be the normal Anthony and Cassandra at work, as colleagues or acquaintances. And we can just take things one day at a time. Can you do that Princess?” Fuck, can I do that? I was starting to doubt myself.
Cassie nodded. We finished breakfast with small talk. I tried to keep the pressure low. I drove Cassie home. I had her car taken back to her place from Tommy’s yesterday.
The week seemed to be dragging by. There was nothing more than a handful of stolen glances between the two of us at the bank. We kept things very professional. By Thursday I was ready to make some solid plans with Cassie for the weekend. I sent her a text.
*A: Hey Princess, want to have dinner with me Friday and maybe spend the weekend together?*
*C: Yes.*
*A: Do you like Italian food? And go out or stay in?*
*C: I love Italian food and I am good with either. Do you enjoy cooking then?*
*A: I do like cooking. Let’s stay in, I will cook for you and I get to keep you all to myself.*
*C: Sounds great, I can’t wait.*
*A: Oh, you can’t huh? Tell me Cassie, would you be willing to follow a few rules and do as you’re told from time to time.*
*C: Maybe, depends on the rules I guess.*
*A: We can discuss this more in person this weekend. And Princess, tell me, are you getting wet just trying to anticipate what I might have in store?*
*C: Maybe*
*A: Come on Princess, you can tell me.*
*This time I looked up scanning the room for her. Her face was red and I could tell she was flustered.*
*C: Yes*
*A: That’s my good, Princess. You could go to the bathroom and finger fuck yourself pretending it’s me touching you. I am sure that would relieve some tension and frustration for you.*
*C: I am at work, so no that is not an option and who says I am frustrated and tense?*
*A: It’s written all over your face. We should stop.*
Just then Cassie shook her head, got up from her desk and walked into the ladies room. I sincerely hoped she was in there playing with herself.
My head was so far in the gutter I didn’t see him walk in. But there Sam was in the lobby with a bruised jaw and a five day old black eye. Both eyes were open though. He spun through the lobby as I got up from my desk, ready to escort his ass out of the bank.
“You motherfucking piece of shit, Anthony. You had no right to fucking get involved Friday.”
Well, the whole office and patrons were tuned into this. I walked up to Sam, reaching for his arm to pull him out through the front doors he walked in.
Sam shouted, “oh no you don’t!” Yanking his arm from my grip, just as Cassie walked out of the bathroom. Must have been quick or she didn’t actually touch herself. Cassie looked at me, I looked at Cassie, she looked at Sam and he looked between the two of us.
“Oh now I fucking get it,” Sam bellowed.
I watched the color drain from Cassie’s face and her knees wobble. I couldn’t take care of Sam and help her too. She reached for the wall to keep her steady. That would have to do for now. Sam hasn’t quite outed us yet but he is close.
“Sam, let’s go, let’s take this outside.” I regretted it the moment I said it.
“Why? Don’t want your whole bank to know about you and her? I wonder if they know about everything else you do outside of this stuck up 9 to 5? Huh? Should I tell them?”
I spoke through gritted teeth and balled fists at my side. “Sam, I can give you another hit to the right eye so you match? You want that?”
Cassie had tear pricking at the corners of her eyes. It was time to get this over with.
“Sam, last chance, you need to leave. You aren’t a customer here and you are only starting trouble, leave or I will make you leave.”
“Fucking try asshole.”
I hit him again. On the right this time, which was weaker with my left swing. He stumbled back and I was able to drag him outside to his truck. I opened his driver’s side door and threw him in.
“Don’t you ever come to my place of business again and fuck with my life Sam, you have just as many skeletons in your closet you need light shinning on” I slammed the door. “Get out of here and don’t come back.”
“This ain’t over!” Sam shouted over the truck’s exhaust.
I straightened myself out and went back inside the bank. Several employees were huddled in the lobby waiting for my entrance and explanation.
“Listen everyone, I am very sorry about that entire display and confrontation. The short and simple explanation is that it was a man from my past rehashing an old disagreement. I am very sorry for the disruption. If we could all get back to our own business that would be great.”
The small crowd dispersed with some mumbles. I heard a few comments like that was the coolest thing to ever happen here, sure isn’t a boring branch office, and what did Cassie have to do with that.
Yep, shit, Cassie. I looked down the hall by the bathrooms and she wasn’t holding herself up on the wall. I scanned the lobby again and saw the top of her head barely above her computer screen. She was hiding as best as she could and I wasn’t going to approach her to make it worse. I pulled out my phone and headed back to my office.
*A: You ok Princess?*
*…*
*A: Cassie talk to me.*
*…*
*A: Cassandra, don’t make me come into your office when that is the last thing you want me to do.*
*C: I am not ok. That was not ok. Everyone knows something now. Told you this was a bad idea.*
*A: Cassie, even if all I did was take you home last Friday, Sam still could have shown up here to start shit. No one KNOWS anything. We just have to get through tomorrow and I will make you forget all about this tomorrow evening.*
*C: I’m trusting you.*
*A: I know you are, princess.*
Friday at the office passed without incident. Paycheck Fridays are always busy in the banking world making the day go by quickly with the steady stream of people coming and going. And thankfully no more signs of Sam.
We left the bank, going our separate ways. Cassie was planning on meeting me at my place around 7pm. I needed to stop at my favorite Italian market to get everything together for dinner.
I made it home and started cooking the ravioli, meatballs, sauce and bread. I was pouring the red when a quiet knock landed on my door.
“Come on in, it’s open.” I greeted Cassie in the foyer, handing her the wine while I took her coat and purse and locking the front door.
“Hello.” She was nervous, I could tell.
“Hello Princess, how are you feeling?”
“I’m a little nervous.”
“I thought so. Nothing to be nervous about, it’s still the same you and me from last weekend. Only this time I have the perfect dinner and dessert for you. Come on.”
She sat at the island bar as I finished with dinner. Innocence radiated off her and one part of me wanted to capture it and part of me wanted to destroy it. The loose strands of her auburn locks would fall forward and she would gently tuck them back behind her ear. She would look up at me through her long lashes throughout our conversation. She even took perfect tiny bites of her ravioli and meatballs. I wanted to gently pick her up and carry her down the hall and make sweet love to her but at the same time swipe these dishes breaking yo to the floor and fuck her against this counter harder than she has even been fucked before. I was being pulled into two very different directions.
“Cassie, do you want to discuss some possibilities and expectations with me on where this could go for both of us?”
“Yes.”
I poured another glass and started to explain BDSM. Specifically my enjoyment in being a dominant and having a submissive. Slowly we went over hard and soft limits, safe words and motions, trust, communication, toys, and exclusivity. I do not share, nor do I step out.
I learned a lot about Cassie’s inexperience and willingness to explore. She chose not to have any hard limits because she did not know what she might like and not like and, while brave, she is right and her safe word would always stop something she didn’t like. I told her things could be added or removed from the limits list anytime through communication.
She put anal, extreme pain, and contortions on her soft limit list. She also added she didn’t want to imitate or act like any animals. Not a problem for me, as that is not a personal kink of mine. This conversation took a great deal of time but was very important. I explained that during our intimacy I expected her to call me Sir and follow my instructions and commands, and I would continue referring to her as Princess.
“Why do you call me Princess?”
“That’s what you are, a pure, sweet, innocent, Princess.”
“Anthony, can we please go to the bedroom now? I have wanted to be with you alone all week.”
“So eager Princess, who says we have to go to the bedroom?” I stood and offered her my hand. She was still wearing the same pencil skirt from the office. I slid the zipper down and watched the skirt fall to the floor.
“Anthony, what are you doing?”
“Shhhh, you have a lot to learn, Princess. Please don’t question me again. Try to be open to what is happening, and if you must speak, it’s Sir.”
She nodded and I leaned in to kiss her. My hands outlined every delicate curve of her body. Memorizing each part of her body and all her reactions. Her breasts were a perky C cup, her waist likely a size 4, and a tight ass more than two handfuls. She moaned into my mouth, gasping for breath. I slide my hand down the front of her panties.
“So wet for me Princess. I bet you are strung so tight right now that any touch would make you come for me.” I slid her panties to the floor, cupped her ass and set her on the counter. She was stunned, shocked even, when I spread her knees apart. I displayed her just for me, pussy glistening on my counter just begging to be licked.
I bent down to her and licked up her seam. She moaned and started to relax on the counter back on her elbows. She watched me through hooded eyes as I ate her pussy like the only dessert I ever wanted to eat. I was going to the opportunity to learn every sweet spot, watch every reaction, listen to every sound.
I nibbled her clit and her body shivered. I lapped at every fold and every crevice and she moaned and panted in delight. I pushed two fingers in her to explore her depths more while rubbing hard circles around her clit. This started the chain reaction to her body giving me exactly what I wanted. She arched off the counter, her eyes searching for mine in desperation. Her core pulled tight. Her mouth fell open and her head fell back as she moaned my name again and again in pleas.
I sat back, smug and satisfied. “Other desserts may never taste as sweet as you Princess.”
I helped sit her up and then gently put her two feet back on the floor. I pulled the blouse she was still wearing up and over her head, leaving her naked in front of me.
“Princess, why don’t you go kneel by the armchair and wait for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s a very good Princess.”
I excused myself to my bedroom to remove my clothes and grab a few items, lube, anal beads, nipple clamps, a blind fold, and hand cuffs. There was a small part of me wanting to see how far I could push this but not enough to send her running. I returned to the living room to find her kneeling before my armchair. Her eyes met me. She might need some work on that obedience but I would be taking away her sight shortly. I watched her follow me to her, eyes going from mine and stopping below my waist. Her mouth parted and I held back a smirk of pleasure. She was staring at my hard cock.
“Trust me, Princess, but remember, you can always use ‘banana’ if you need to. Kneel forward on all fours.”
She did as she was told. I opened the lube, placing just enough on the anal beads. I leaned over her bent body, parting her ass and pushing each bead in, bigger bead, by bigger bead. She was stiff and rigid the whole time but the beads were small and she would adjust quickly.
“Sit back in your heels again”
“Anthony this feels…. Uncomfortable.”
“Unless you are in pain, and need to use your safe word, then trust me, you find pleasure in it shortly.”
She sat back on her heels again. Next, I grabbed her long auburn locks into a ponytail securing it with the rubber band. I followed that with the blind fold before I pulled her hands from her thighs to her back and secured the hand cuffs. I moved to her front and kneeled before her, grabbed both breasts in my hand and working her arousal. Her nipples turned hard and peaked instantly as her breathing picked up. I grabbed the set of nipple clamps and pinched them on at the same time.
“Owww.” Cassie screamed. I cupped her breast again, attempting to soothe her.
“It hurts.” She whimpered.
“Say the word, if that’s what you want.”
She was silent and then exhaled. “Anthony, I am scared.”
“Scared of what Princess? It’s me and you. You are working on trusting me and I won’t hurt you.”
I moved my hands under her legs sliding her position directly in front of the chair I was taking my seat in. I sat and rubbed myself. My cock strained wanting to just take her now.
“Open your mouth Princess.”
She did and I fisted that ponytail bringing her mouth down on my cock. I started slowly letting her coat me and adjust herself as best as she could into a slightly more comfortable position. I felt the tension leave here when she moaned around my cock shoved down her mouth. I know I could pick up the pace. I would bob her head on me for a good four or five strokes before yanking her off to catch her breath. After the third time of this, I was dying to feel if she was turned on by my force. I kept her head pulled back, exposing her long neck, and dipped down to touch her pussy. She jumped, startled she didn’t know it was coming and then moaned in pleasure from my touch. She tried to sink lower into my hand, moving her hips back and forth.
“Is a pretty little Princess wanting? She feels and sounds like she is wanting. You are pooling your sweet juices into my entire hand.” She started to rub on my hand harder, no doubt enjoying the friction and fueling her need. “We aren’t ready for you again just yet.” I abruptly pulled my hand away, fisted her hair again and brought her back down on me.
I wouldn’t be able to keep this up. I wanted to come in her pussy with those amazing beads in her ass. I pulled her off me, picked her up, and draped her over the arm of the couch, ready for me to take her from behind. She yelped but never struggled. I pushed into her tight and dripping pussy, feeling those beads there the whole way. Fuck this was heaven. I need her to come again before I let myself go. I put a hand to the back of her neck, holding her down on the couch, knowing each thrust was pushing her breasts, and those nipple clamps, into the arm of the couch under her. I wonder if the friction on her hard nipples felt good. I moved my other hand to her clit pinning her and her hips to me as I pressed circles onto her sensitive bud.
“You like this, Princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me what you like and what you want Princess.”
“Harder, Sir.”
I fucking groaned. “Like this?”
“Yes.” She moaned out. “Rougher, Sir.”
“Rougher?” I questioned as if she knew what that could mean.
“Yes!” She screamed it.
I moved my hand to the front of her neck and gave a small squeeze. Her pussy gushed around my cock. I pulled her up against me. Her breasts bouncing free with every thrust now. Her cuffed hands digging into her back and my belly. Hand on her neck, fingers pinching her clit and me driving my cock into that pussy again and again. She was closer now, spilling her arousal around my cock. She clenched every time I gently squeezed her neck in time with my thrusts.
Oh fuck. Her orgasm came on, her pussy actively milking my cock. My name falling from her mouth in screams and moans.
“Anthony…. Please….. fuck, yes, Anthony, oh God, yes.”
I love when she called for God. Yes, Princess I am your God right now. I pushed in deep and stilled, coming into the furthest depth of her body. Fuck, was she good. I could fuck her forever and never get bored. She went lax in my hands as I held her up and to me. I slid the blind fold from her eyes. Gently removed the nipple clamps, careful not to rub her nipples too much. The cuffs were a quick release set, I pulled her arms away and rubbed them palm and wrist to her shoulder. I started to feel my cock soften and fall from her and with that, our mess. I left her safely for a moment to return with a towel to gently clean her up. I pulled the beads from her ass last, she sighed at their vacancy. I think she enjoyed those and we will have to discuss this whole session later.
I carried a very tired Cassie to the bedroom and placed her under the covers of my bed.
“You ok Princess?” I caressed her cheek, sitting next to her on the bed.
“Mmmmmm, yes.” She sighed again.
“Did you enjoy everything?”
She simply nodded. “Are you coming to bed?”
“In a minute, I am going to clean up a few things and bring a glass of water for you.” She snuggled into the covers and I stepped away.
I picked up the living room as my phone dinged with a notification.
*CLUB MEETING TOMORROW, MANDATORY 12PM!*
Fuck! First, I would need to leave Cassie for half the day and second, I hope I’m not in deep shit for this fucking Sam bullshit.
(Part 3 is partially written in my head… so stay tuned. ❤️)
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