A chance encounter with Dr. Elijah Preston, sends Savannah's hormones raging out of control. The man is unfairly good-looking and seethes of masculine sexuality, a stark contrast to the boys she's used to dealing with. However, her new boss is hiding a dark secret and Savannah soon realizes that he plans to dominate much more than just her thoughts and desires. They enter a world of dark sadistic sexual fantasy that may be more than she can handle.
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Elijah pushed her back on the table and expertly undid her pants and slid them down her thighs until they fell into a heap on the floor. Savannah moaned as his fingers grazed across her silk panties, his touch electrifying. She spread her legs shamelessly, welcoming Elijah between them and he nestled himself between her open thighs as he continued to kiss her.
Savannah was panting heavily as she felt Elijah’s fingers brush across her upper thighs before moving back to the top of her panties. He toyed with her underwear, pulling at the top and letting it snap back gently against her skin. Savannah knew that men like Elijah were trouble. She had seen enough wealthy and self-assured men growing up and she knew those traits coupled with power were a deadly combination. Yet, Savannah couldn’t pull away from Elijah and she found herself desperate to have him.
Pushing her shirt up with one hand, Elijah brought his mouth down to Savannah’s taught stomach, kissing gently down to her navel as his other hand caressed her clitoris through her underwear.
“Stop,” Savannah moaned, “It’s my first day.”
“I’m the boss, remember. This is exactly what I need my production assistant to do,” he murmured, nuzzling his head between her legs. Savannah gasped as she felt Elijah blow warm air against her aching sex and she writhed on the table under him. Smiling seductively, he used his teeth to pull her panties down and then pulled them off entirely with his hand. Savannah’s head rolled back with ecstasy and she knew that she was in way over her head. Elijah was worldly and experienced beyond any man she had ever been with. In fact, she wouldn’t even call her past lovers men, they were boys compared to Elijah.
“Shh,” Elijah whispered and Savannah realized that she had been moaning loudly, her voice breathy and unrecognizable.
“This was all I could think about all weekend long,” he breathed, “Tasting you.” And with that he lowered his mouth to her desperate sex and she arched her back so far that she thought she would snap in half. Nothing she had ever felt in her life came close to the pleasure that she now felt with Elijah’s head between her legs. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she bucked on the table and she could hardly wrap her head around the delight of Elijah’s tongue.
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Published September 25, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.