The Pleasure Principle

Part One: Hot Pleasure

The meeting had run longer than expected and Tracie Hill was nearly at the end of her self-control. That morning, before they left the condo, J.P. "Pete" Montgomery, the sexy hunk that was both her boss and lover and bent her over the bed and slipped two little ivory balls all the way up into her vagina. Then he'd insisted she put on the killer heels he loved. As soon as she started to walk, they began to rub together, sending sparks of heat shooting through her and making her instantly aroused.

Pete had grinned at her. "I'll enjoy the day know that little cunt is hotter than a pistol and dripping wet," he told her. "And I'll be checking it regularly just to make sure."

Then he hugged her and ushered her to the elevator that took them to the basement garage.

The night they met was still a vivid memory. He showed up after hours at the investment firm where she worked. The firm had been sold and the next day she'd be executive assistant to a new CEO. A power blackout had locked them in the office together and propelled them into a night of the hottest sex Tracie had ever imagined. Shock was a mild description of what she felt the next morning when she came to work and found him sitting in the CEO's chair.

That had been just the beginning. First he'd told her how much he was now looking forward to coming to work. Then he ordered her to wear only skirts to work, and no panties. Or pantyhose. Thigh highs only. Ever since he took full advantage of the opportunity to tease her during the day, slip his hand into her wet pussy and stimulate her clit until she shook, then back off. Some nights she could hardly wait to get home before insisting he fuck her right then.

Soon he'd moved her into his condo.

"The hell with office gossip," he said, and ignored the whispers and sly looks. He knew they'd die down after a while and they did.

She could hardly recognize her life from the boring rut she'd been in BP - Before Pete. Now it seemed she'd become addicted to the pleasure he could give her, the new levels of eroticism he dangled before her like candy. Her body didn't even belong to her anymore, but strangely enough, she didn't mind. Whatever her future with Pete - and he never talked about it although she secretly hoped - she trusted him implicitly and he had never betrayed that trust.

But today had been pure torture. Every time she shifted in her chair at the conference table, she had to bite her lips to keep the spasms at bay that wanted to overtake her body. Pete would look at her, grin, and go back to his presentation. Man, tonight he was truly going to pay for this. When they got home she'd tease him the way he'd been teasing her and make him wait as long as she could.

The last of the department heads filed out, taking their notes and folders, and Tracie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Home," she said, picking up her materials.

"That little cunt begging to be fucked?" Pete came over to her and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips to caress the inside of her mouth. One hand drifted up to idly tweak a hard nipple.

Tracie bit down on his tongue.

"So. The princess wants to play rough." Pete backed away and gave her his hand. "Maybe you'll like what I want to show you?"

"What I want is to go home." She ran her fingers over his bulging fly. Oh, yes. He was nice and hard.

"Not yet." He lifted her hand and linked his fingers through hers.

"What do you mean, not yet? If I don't get home soon my body will catch fire all by itself."

He leaned sideways and licked her ear with the tip of his tongue. "Like I said, I have something I want to show you. If I promise to give you a little relief, will you pay attention?"

"A little relief?" She tried to squeeze her legs together as she walked.

"Not too much." He chuckled, putting his arm around her and squeezing her shoulder. "I don't want to use it all up before we leave here. But I think you might be ready for another adventure."

"What kind of adventure?"

They were in their suite of offices now. He locked the outer door, took her folder and dropped it on the desk and propelled her to his private office. Sitting down at his desk, he pulled her onto his lap.

"Will you be a good girl if I make you feel good?" He gently bit the point where her neck and shoulder met, then licked it.

Tracie shuddered. She could feel cream dripping from her cunt, probably wetting her dress. She always wore vivid prints now, where her juices wouldn't show.

"Yes, I'll be good." You bet I'll be good. Just let me feel those wicked fingers of yours.

"Spread your legs, princess. You know how."

Tracie moved her legs until they were on the outside of Pete's. He pressed his knees outward to open her up even further.

"Now, princess, let's see how well those little balls did today."

One hand lifted her skirt and flipped it back while the other slid down her stomach to the top of her pussy where her clit throbbed hungrily. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and tugged lightly.

Tracie nearly leaped off his lap.

"Easy, baby. I didn't mean for this to just take a few seconds. Lean your head back against my shoulder."

She leaned her head back into his solid warmth, inhaling the fragrance that was uniquely Pete. It never failed to tantalize her senses.

With his thumb resting on her clit, he slid one finger down the length of her slit and back up again, scraping gently against her slick labia. Tracie squirmed.

"Easy, princess. Don't rush it too much."

Her cunt was dripping, begging for his touch, for his fingers. "Please," she begged.

"Let's talk while we play." He nipped her ear lobe and began stroking her slit with two fingers, very slowly. Up. Down. Up. Down. "Would you agree that sex between us is great?"

"Yes, yes. Great." Stroke me harder.

"You trust me, right? In three months, I've proven worthy of that trust?"

"Yes." She drew in a deep breath and wiggled against his hand, trying to force his fingers inside her.

His mouth was at her ear, and his tongue licked the edge of it. "Did I ever tell you about my friend, Dallas?"