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  “How much money do you need Jane?”

  “Twenty-five thousand dollars,” she replies as she sits up on the bed.

  “Hm. And I assume this has something to do with that ex-boyfriend of yours?” It doesn’t take a genius to realize that he would be the cause of Jane’s financial trouble. She’s very smart and the few times I had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting him at office functions, it was clear he was a fucking idiot. She nods shyly and fingers a strand of her golden brown hair.

  “I’ll give you the money,” I say. “In exchange, you will stay with me for the entire weekend and be available for my leisure. You will stay at my house and in my bed for two nights. You will forget that you ever heard of The Magnolia House and you will continue on with your responsibilities at Devereux Incorporated.”

  “What happens after the weekend?” She asks.

  “Life goes on as it should.”

  “And what about us?”

  “Little fox, there will be no us. I’m going to fuck you better than you have ever or will ever be fucked. You’re going to wrap those sinfully full lips around my cock when I tell you to and I am going to eat that sweet pussy of yours whenever I’m hungry for it. This is a business transaction. You’ll get your money and I’ll get the satisfaction of knowing that I’ve had every inch of you.” I finish my second drink and begin to unbutton my shirt. “Do we have an agreement?”

  She slides to the edge of the bed and saunters toward me, my cum still drips down her legs. She places her hands above mine and finishes plucking the tiny buttons open.

  “Yes sir,” she says.

  “Good. Are you on birth control Jane?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t make it a habit of fucking women without protection and I want to assure you that you are safe with me. But there will be nothing between us for the duration of our time together. Bring whatever you will need to the office tomorrow and we will begin our time together at the end of the work day.”

  “Yes sir.” She pulls my shirt past my shoulders and watches it fall to the floor. Her eyes trail over me curiously before her heated stare meets my own. “What are we doing now?” She asks.

  “I’m going to fuck you in the shower. But first, I want you to remove my pants and get down on your knees.”

  She nimbly pulls the button free and unzips them slowly before sinking to her knees in front of me. She removes my shoes along with my socks and tosses everything in a pile. My cock is already aching and seeing her on her knees so eager to please me only intensifies that ache.

  “Open your mouth little fox and suck me all the way back.”

  Her little pink tongue parts her lips and before she opens up around me, she gently licks the tip and swallows the small drop of cum that slips free. As she opens her mouth wide enough to accommodate me, I spear my fingers through her silky hair and push past her full lips until I hit the back of her throat. She gags slightly and I can see the moisture in her eyes as she adjusts to my length. It’s fucking beautiful. She moans around my cock as she slides back and forth, never once wavering as I tug on her strands and urge her to take more.

  My little fox sucks my cock like it’s her favourite thing to do. I fuck her mouth until I feel my balls tighten and come hard past her tongue and down her throat. She swallows all of it like a good girl and when she’s finished she releases me and licks her lips while looking up at me for approval. I release my hands from her hair and rest my palm on the side of her face. She leans into my touch and sighs with content. I pull her up to her feet and lead her to the bathroom. My cock already hardening again at the sight of her naked and shapely backside swaying in front of me with every step she takes.

  Chapter Five

  Jane

  I’m standing in the small supply room at the photocopier, staring at the clock and wondering how in the hell I’m going to get through the rest of the day. Last night was the best night of my entire life, I don’t care if that sounds desperate and I don’t know if one weekend will ever be enough for me. Pleasing Marcus turned me on and brought out a side of me that I never even knew existed. Every time his deep voice commanded me, I obeyed without hesitation. Because I wanted to. Because I needed to. There’s no way I can ever tell my few close friends about this. They would never understand. I like the idea of keeping this to myself anyways, like a fantasy come to life that I can conjure up in my mind whenever I want to.

  No one would ever know that as I stand here waiting for this obnoxious machine to spit out paper that I’m thinking about Marcus’s tongue on my pussy. I’m remembering the feeling of his strong hands as they gripped my hair while I sucked his very large, very hard cock. I close my eyes and I can see us in that glass shower, I’m pressed up against the tile wall as he drives into me in hard, quick thrusts. I keep the image in my mind as I trail a finger across my breasts and over my hardened nipples. I peek through one eye to make sure the door is almost all the way closed before I continue on down towards my throbbing sex.

  I bunch my grey pencil skirt up around my thighs and swipe my lace panties to the side before I plunge one finger into myself. I’m so wet and ready that a moan escapes my lips and I add another finger. I pump them in and out of my drenched pussy and use the heel of my hand to massage my clit. I brace myself on the photocopier and lean over it to gain more access to myself. I think about Marcus and his stubble grazing my inner thighs, I think of the predatory way in which he watched me and as I pump harder and faster, bringing myself closer to my orgasm I swear I can feel those green eyes on me right now. A feeling that proves to be fact when I hear the click of a lock and feel the heat from his body behind me. He pulls my skirt up even further and grips my hips hard before leaning down over top of me.

  “You better be thinking about me while you fuck that hand of yours little fox,” he groans.

  “Yes sir, it’s you I’m thinking about. Only you,” I gasp.

  He nips my ear lobe and pulls it between his teeth while he roughly massages the globes of my ass. The smell of his cologne and the rasp of his voice excite me and the fact that he’s now watching me do something that I would have never done before brings me closer to my relief. He places his hand above mine and thrusts his fingers in and out along with my own.

  “You’re so fucking wet Jane, you love this don’t you? Fucking yourself while I watch you. I want to feel your pussy strangle our fingers, do you understand little fox? I want your cum dripping from our hands.”

  “Mmm, oh my God, Marcus!”

  “That’s right Jane, be a good girl and come for me. You want to be a good girl, don’t you? I’m going to fuck your soaking wet pussy just for doing as I say.”

  As the aftershocks of my climax fade, the hiss of his zipper echoes in the small confines of the room. He uses a firm hand to push my torso down so that my ass is now sticking out and ready for him. I wait for him to thrust inside me and as he does, he brings a harsh hand down onto my backside and smacks me hard. He pulls all the way out and spanks me again before driving in with such force that I have to brace my hands on the surface of the copier. He stills himself inside of me and leans down over top of my back.

  “If I ever catch you playing with your pussy without me, I’ll do more than just spank you Jane. Is that clear?”

  “Ye-yes, sir.”

  “Good. Girl. This pussy is mine Jane, it belongs to me and you won’t even think about touching yourself again unless I’m there to watch.” He drives into me as he scolds me. The combination of the two is making me completely and totally uninhibited. I come again, this time with his cock buried inside of me. His own release follows and without being told, I turn around and sink to my knees. I take him in my mouth and suck him clean before tucking him back into his slacks and fixing my own outfit. Something passes in his expression as he watches me but I can’t be sure what it is because it fades quickly.

  “I expect to see you back at your desk in ten minutes Jane,” he says. “We’ll be leaving at five o’clock
sharp and I don’t want to be kept waiting.”

  He doesn’t wait for a reply before he exits the supply room and leaves me behind. Breathless, damp with sweat and more than just a little bit confused.

  Chapter Six

  Marcus

  When I reach my office, I shut the door behind me and exhale roughly as I drag my hands over my face, still smelling Jane on me. When I walked in to find her pleasuring herself, it was so fucking sexy but also beautiful. The way her hair fell down her back and the sweet little moans of ecstasy that filled the air. The way that she responds so perfectly to me is unsettling as much as it is pleasing. I’ve resigned myself to a life without permanent ties, only fucking when it suits me. I fear that my formerly meek receptionist may have the power to make me change my mind. And then where would that leave me? Marcus Devereux, owner of the oldest and most sought after brothel in the state, smitten with just one wisp of a woman? I scoff at the thought. I’ll spend my weekend as planned, fucking Jane out of my system. And when I cut her that cheque, it will be a cold reminder to us both that this was nothing more than a business opportunity.

  A minute before five I exit my office to find Jane already standing from her desk, a small overnight bag sits at her feet and she smiles up at me like I’m a fucking king. The other employees are too busy shuffling out for the weekend to notice that we are standing here simply watching each other. When everyone else has already taken the elevator down, I pick up her bag and we walk down the hallway in silence. The ride down as well as the drive to my home are quiet. My driver Malcolm knows better than to question me but when we reach our destination and Jane slides from the backseat, he raises an eyebrow at me before saying goodnight. I place my hand on Jane’s lower back and guide her up the concrete steps that lead to the large front door of my plantation style home. I had already given instruction to my staff to be gone by the time we’d arrive. My chef will have left dinner in the kitchen so that’s where I take Jane first.

  “Wow, this is beautiful,” she says. “You must spend a lot of time in here.” She gestures to the massive kitchen space and I can’t deny the pride that washes over me when I think of where I came from and where I am now.

  “I don’t actually. My chef spends more time in here than I do.”

  “Such a shame,” she says, shaking her head gently. “I’d live in this kitchen if it were mine. I’d cook every single thing imaginable just so I had a reason to spend time in here.”

  The look of raw honesty in her brown eyes unnerves me to say the least, as does my ability to picture her doing that very thing in this particular space.

  “Let’s eat at the table, shall we?”

  I lead her to the dining room and pull out the chair across from mine. We eat in companionable silence and when she takes the last bite from her plate and licks her full lips, I take her down the hallway to the den. I admit that this room is where I indulge the most. A large black leather sofa sits in the middle of the room in front of a large plasma screen T.V. I pour myself a bourbon and a glass of wine for Jane as she browses the shelves, running her finger tips lightly over the movie cases.

  “Are we going to watch a movie?” She asks before taking a sip of her wine and smiling softly.

  “Yes Jane, but not one of those movies.”

  I gesture for her to sit, which she does without hesitation. Money can buy a lot of things, technology for example. And because I don’t spend every night at The Magnolia, I like to be able to check in visually to ensure that everything is running accordingly. Cameras placed strategically throughout the estate allow me to do just that. I turn the screen on and with the click of a few buttons I find what I’m looking for.

  “What is this?” She whispers, sitting up and placing her wine glass on the table.

  It takes a moment for the image on the screen to clear, and when it does I hear the sharp intake of Jane’s breath. Two attractive women enter the room, both have long dark hair and bodies made for sin. A gentleman in a suit arrives next and takes a seat in the corner of the room.

  “That’s Jessica and Marena. They work for me. The gentleman sitting in the corner of the room is one of our regular customers. He’s not so much a participant as he is a spectator,” I explain.

  “And what exactly does he spectate?”

  “Watch.”

  She sets her gaze back on the T.V. and sits back comfortably on the sofa. I continue to stand and watch as the scene plays out. The customer, a very prominent and married senator watches with fascination as Jessica begins undressing Marena. She pulls down the zipper on her tight black dress and pulls the garment slowly from her body. Marena isn’t wearing anything underneath and once the dress is discarded, Jessica slowly turns her around so that the two women now face each other. Jessica places her lips on the top of Marena’s plump breast and slowly trails her hand down her body until two of her fingers disappear inside of her pussy. Marena gasps and brings her hands to either side of Jessica’s face, pulling her closer and taking her lips in a gentle kiss. The two women continue to explore each other’s mouths as Jessica fucks Marena with her fingers. The senator watches and judging by the look on his face, he clearly thinks that he’s won the fucking lottery. Marena begins to claw at the dress covering Jessica’s skin and soon it too, is added to the pile. The women gracefully stumble to the massive bed in the center of the room, Jessica nudges Marena onto the mattress and pulls her to the edge before falling to her knees and burying her face between her thighs. The moans now echo into the room and when I look back at Jane, her chest noticeably strains for breath as her eyelids fall heavy. I stalk slowly to where she sits.

  “Stand up little fox.”

  She stands but doesn’t take her eyes off the screen. I lead her to the center of the room and place myself behind her as she continues to be mesmerized by the two women. Marena begs Jessica for more, holding her head in place as she desperately bucks her hips up. I wrap my arms around Jane and begin unbuttoning her blouse, I toss it to the floor and unclasp her white bra next.

  “Does this turn you on little fox? Watching Jessica lick Marena’s pussy?” I unzip her skirt next and let it fall to the floor.

  “Yes,” she breaths.

  “Yes what, little fox?”

  I roll her panties down her legs and hold her hands as she steps out of her shoes and gently kicks them aside.

  “Yes sir, it turns me on,” she moans.

  “I want you to describe to me what they are doing, Jane.”

  Her hands are now on her breasts as she leans back against me, panting lightly. She pinches and rolls her pretty pink nipples as she speaks.

  “Jessica is standing up and licking her lips. I can see Marena’s moisture on her mouth,” she gasps.

  “More, little fox. Tell me more.” I bring my hand to her pussy and easily slide one finger into her slick channel.

  “They’re kissing each other. Marena is touching Jessica’s pussy… Please Marcus, it hurts,” she moans louder.

  I slide another finger in and she brings her hand to my wrist, begging for more. She’s grinding her supple ass against my cock, unabashedly seeking her relief. I remove my hand and spin her around, unable to deny myself further I roughly claim her mouth with mine. Her body clings to mine as I turn back to the sofa and bend her over the armrest. She sticks her pert little ass out for me, waiting as I pull my cock free. I drive into her in one harsh thrust, pausing only when I’m buried as far as I possibly can be. I grab a handful of her long hair and tug it harshly until her head rears back.

  “Is this what you want little fox?”

  “Y-yes, God please, yes,” she cries.

  I release her hair and grasp her hips, my fingertips bite into her flesh as I fuck her hard and fast. She braces herself on the sofa and takes it like the good girl she is. Her pussy clamps down on me as she moans and groans incoherently. I drive into her quivering center one final time and come in hard, long strokes.

  When I pull myself from her, she removes hers
elf from the sofa but stumbles back on shaky legs. My arms quickly come around her waist and when she turns to face me and nuzzles herself against my chest, there’s no mistaking the voice within me that says mine.

  Chapter Seven

  Jane

  I’m still in a daze when Marcus takes me in his arms and carries me up the winding staircase. My legs are wobbly and every muscle in my body is spent. Watching those women on that screen, touching each other and giving each other such pleasure, turned me on to the point of desperation. I’ve never seen two women together like that and combined with Marcus’s demand that I describe them, I was a mess of need and arousal. I nuzzle my cheek against his strong chest and keep my arms wrapped securely around his neck as he takes the final step and carries me down a long hallway. The bedroom we enter is dark and masculine with limited fuss and décor. I assume and also hope that this room belongs to him. He lays me down gently on the bed and before I can question him, my eyelids fall and I’m taken under by my own exhaustion.

  I open my eyes to find the room now bathed in sunlight and the spot beside me empty. I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly. I wonder if Marcus slept beside me but then I notice the recliner in the corner of the room and the rumpled blanket on the floor beside it. I suppose actually sleeping together isn’t something that Marcus often does with a woman and I’d do best to remind myself that I’m not an exception. I agreed to this arrangement and I shouldn’t let the fantasy of something that could never happen cloud my reasons for being here. Even if I’m feeling and experiencing things that I never thought possible. I sit up and stretch lazily before padding to the large walk in closet and plucking a T-shirt from the shelf. It’s worn nearly thread bare but it smells like him and it feels comfortable against my skin. I make my way back down to the kitchen and spot Marcus standing in front of the French doors leading to the patio, a cup of coffee in his hand.