Initiating Amy (Dominion Hotel Book 3) Page 10

  “Okay, I get it. You can turn it off now.”

  “Are you sure?” Lance was still looking at her. He never once looked at the monitor. “You said you wanted to see the tape.”

  Amy squirmed in her seat. “You’ve made your point. I get it.”

  “Just a little more,” he said. “We’ll watch just a little more.”

  As he said this, on the monitor, Amy saw Lance and Carmen enter her offices. She didn’t see the faces, it was too dark for that, but she recognized the pink fuzzy sweater that Carmen wore.

  Amy slid off of the stool, moving away, trying to look everywhere else but at the monitor. Lance reached over and switched it off.

  “Thank you,” Amy said, returning to the stool. She sat facing Lance, her back to the desk and monitors.

  “You know I’ll oblige you any way you want.” Lance reached in and took the tape out. He offered it to her. “Do you want to take it home, watch it another time? I can make you a copy.”

  Amy swatted the tape away from her. “No, thank you. Why would I want to do that?”

  Lance placed the tape on the desk. “I don’t know. You were quite interested in it a few moments ago. I thought maybe you would like to relive the moment.”

  “I beg your pardon?” Amy sat stock still, barely breathing.

  Lance stepped towards her, his body now so close to her that she needed to spread open her knees to avoid making contact with him. She so wanted to touch him, but she wasn’t sure if now was the time. He was standing so very close to her, towering over her as she sat, her legs apart, the inner part of her knees lightly pressing against his thighs.

  “Did you like what you saw?” Lance whispered the words, but they sounded like shouting in her head.

  “What did you say?” Amy whispered as well, so low she wasn’t sure he heard it.

  He heard. He reached in and planted a hand on the desk, his body encasing her. “I suspected someone was there, now I know it was you.”

  Amy decided to no longer fight it, fight him. He won the game. Amy was now realizing she never had a chance. He was so close to her now. She was so excited by it. She mumbled a confession. “It was me.”

  Lance smiled and bowed his head, his face close to hers now, his breathing warm on her cheek. “I’m glad it was you.”

  Amy was surprised by his answer. “You are?”

  He reached his free hand up to hold her chin, lifting it, raising her eyes to meet eyes. She was looking directly into his deep-brown eyes, losing herself in them. She didn’t know what to say, but then she realized he didn’t want her to speak, he wanted her to kiss him. As he lowered his face to hers, she lifted her head ever so slightly, meeting his lips with hers. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, his tongue teasing her bottom lip.

  He broke off the kiss. “I am.” He kissed her again, this time his hungry tongue flicked past her lips and into her mouth.

  Once again, he broke off the kiss. “Did you like what you saw?”

  Amy pulled back at the question. She didn’t know how to answer it. Did she enjoy seeing him make love to another woman? No. Did she like the idea of him making love to her that way? Yes. But how was she to say this?

  She searched for the words. “No, yes. I don’t know. The idea of it, yes. But you were with someone else.”

  “Carmen.”

  His confirmation of what she already knew didn’t make it any easier for her to accept. “Yes, Carmen.”

  “Forget about Carmen.”

  “How? How do I do that? She was there. I was there.”

  “Forget about Carmen.” He leaned in to kiss her again, this time wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off of the stool. Even though she kept her lips locked to his, her eyes opened wide in surprise. Surprised how strong he was, to be able to lift her this way, and surprised that she was becoming so aroused so fast.

  He placed her down, seating her on the desk. He stood back, looking at her up and down, his eyes hungry for her. This excited her even more.

  “Did you like what you saw?”

  She knew how to answer the question now. “Yes, yes I did. I liked it.”

  What did you like about it?”

  She was in it now. “All of it. I liked all of it.”

  “Good.” Lance moved into her, gently pushing her backwards on the desk, sliding himself in between her legs. She opened them wider for him, a little unsure at first, then drawing him into her, guiding him from behind with her feet. His face was hovering over hers, his eyes looking deep into hers. She raised her face up to kiss his lips, but he pulled away. Amy relaxed backwards, perplexed, looking up at him.

  “Did you learn anything?”

  Amy was confused. She searched his face for clues.

  He saw her confusion, then said, “By watching us. From what you saw, what you heard. Did you learn anything?”

  The intensity of his stare gave her the answer she was looking for. She understood.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I did, sir. I learned a lot, sir.”

  Lance smiled, his eyes softening. “Good girl,” he said, pleased with her answer, pleased with what she learned. He lowered his face down to kiss her. Amy raised her head to meet his lips.

  He pressed his lips down hard on hers, his lips closed tight. Suddenly he opened his mouth and nipped at her lower lip with his teeth, holding it in his. At first, she was shocked and tried to pull away, but he held on. The sting and the pain shot right through her body, traveling the full length of her, stirring the butterflies in her stomach. Her excitement rose, but she was unable to tell if it was anxiety from the pain in her lip or the anticipation of what was to come.

  Lance let her lip go. Amy remained with her head pushed forward. He flicked his tongue over her bottom lip, the pain slowly subsiding.

  “Good,” he said, “good.” He continued to look at her intently.

  Lance took a step back. Amy unwrapped her legs from behind him, giving him room to move. She remained reclined on the desk, watching Lance pull off his jacket and quickly loosen his tie. She raised herself on her elbows to get a better look of the fit, broad-chested man that was getting ready to take her on the desk. She tried her best to control her breathing, her chest heaving up and down as her excitement grew. She couldn’t contain herself, she had to speak.

  “You’re gorgeous,” she said.

  He smiled, bringing his finger to his lips. “Shh,” he breathed. “No. It’s not about me. It’s about you. You’re the gorgeous one.”

  Lance slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt before pulling it free of his pants. He undid the remaining buttons, took it off and tossed it to the side. Quickly, unexpectedly, he moved into Amy and wrapped his right arm in behind her back, picking her up again, holding her close to him, kissing her. She felt his naked chest against her small, firm breasts. She squirmed in his grip. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her heels behind him, digging them into his buttocks. She could feel the warmth inside her growing, the wetness growing between her legs. In a flash she envisioned her excitement spreading through her.

  Lance lifted her off of him—how did he do that, my goodness he was strong—and placed her down on the desk in a sitting position. He reached forward and began to unbutton her blouse. She let him, pushing her chest forward to make it easier for him. With the buttons undone, he slid her blouse off her shoulders. Amy drooped her shoulders, helping ease the process until it slid off completely.

  Lance reached a hand around and snapped the clasp of her bra open. It fell away easily. Her nipples immediately became hard in the cool air of the office, her small, perky breasts sitting high. Lance reached in with his hand and gently cupped her left breast. His touch was warm, soft, tender.

  “Beautiful,” he said. He slid his hand from one breast to the other, his thumb flicking her hard nipples as he did so. He looked her in the eyes again, saying. “You are beautiful.”

  Amy felt the blood run to her face, her face as hot as h
er crotch. Other men had complimented her before, but not like this. Lance’s intense stare softened as his eyes took all of her in, her face, her small freckled breasts, her flat belly. When he spoke, he spoke like he meant it. She could tell he truly did think she was beautiful. She was speechless under his gaze, under his touch.

  Amy’s eyes moved to his crotch. She could see that he was hard, his penis pushing against the fabric of his pants. Lance followed Amy’s eyes to his crotch, seeing what she saw.

  “Not yet,” he said.

  Amy giggled, shrugging her shoulders. Lance’s right arms shot out, sliding quickly up her right thigh and under her skirt. Amy gasped, holding her breath, not expecting this. His hand came to rest on the outside of her damp panties. She gasped again, this time out of excitement as Lance rubbed his thumb up and down her slit outside the material. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and tried to steady her breathing.

  “Look at you,” he said, leaning into her, his lips on her neck.

  Lance closed his hand on her panties, bunching up the front of them in his grip. He tugged on them. At first, they resisted, only serving to pull Amy in closer to him. She threw her head forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his. Lance tugged again, and she heard a little rip. She said nothing. He tugged again and the fabric of her panties gave way, the material sliding through her butt checks before sliding away completely. She jumped at the sensation. Lance held her down with his left arm, his right hand brandishing her torn panties.

  “Stand up.”

  Amy blinked, taken aback by the sharpness of the command. She blinked again, not moving.

  Lance took a step back, tossing her panties on the floor as he did. He reached for his belt, beginning to loosen it as he stood before her. As his pants dropped to the floor, Amy saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was naked in front of her, his penis hard and stiff. She wanted to touch it, fondle it, feel it in her. She stood up, reaching for him. He took a step back, just out of her reach.

  Amy stopped and looked at him, all of a sudden a little self-conscious. Without being told, keeping her eyes fixed on him, she reached around and unzipped her skirt. It fell away. She was totally naked, standing in front of him. She held her legs tight together, a patch of neatly-trimmed red pubic hair barely visible in the dim lighting, her pink hard nipples standing erect, excited and cold. She had never stood this way before a man. Nor did she ever have a man like Lance standing in front of her like he was now, naked and hard. She didn’t really know what to do., where to put her hands, where to look. Oh, he was so, so hard. She wanted to move, but for some reason, she was frozen.

  It was not that she didn’t want to move, she just couldn’t. She felt rooted to the spot while her juices flooded to her crotch. Thank goodness Lance knew what to do. He stepped forward and touched her ever so lightly on her inner thigh, his fingers tracing upwards towards her glistening pussy. He leaned into her again, his fingers continuing to slide upwards, as she became wetter and wetter. She tried to hold her thighs together, but his fingers pushed their way through her feeble defense. His fingers were at her lips. He was fingering her, sliding first one, then two fingers inside her. He was cupping his fingers inside her as she willing relaxed, opening for him. Her knees were threatening to give way as he slowly drove his fingers deep inside her, touching her in a way that she had never been touched before. Even though she knew it was just his fingers, it felt like so much more of him was inside her. He held her with his free arm, holding her close to him, preventing her from falling, his fingers moving quickly back and forth faster and faster. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. She leaned hard into him as he held her close. It felt amazing. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his penis. It was warm and hard. She held it close to her body, feeling its warmth against her belly.

  Suddenly he stopped—oh don’t stop. Why did you stop?

  Lance held her at arms length. He spun her around until her back was to him. He pulled her into him, and she felt his penis slide between her legs. He held her waist as he glided his penis back and forth between her inner thighs, not penetrating her, just driving her crazy, rubbing his stiff shaft along her wet lips. She so wanted to arch her back and guide him into her, but his grip on her hips wouldn’t allow it.

  He held her, he controlled her. Amy began to realize that this was how it was to be with Lance. He controlled what was going to happen. He would decide if and when it happened. She was oaky with this. She wanted this, she wanted her man to take control. She was happy to submit to him.

  He stopped his motion, holding himself between her legs. “What do you want?”

  “You,” she breathed. “You, I want you”

  He continued to hold her hips firmly. She rolled her head forward, gently squeezing his penis between her thighs, feeling every inch of him along her pussy. He grew harder as she grew wetter.

  “I thought you said you learned from what you saw?”

  “I did,” she breathed.

  “Well,” he said.

  She knew; she knew. She brought a hand up and reached back to touch the back of his neck, pulling his face into her neck. “Please, sir,” she cooed, “take me. I want you inside of me. Please, sir, take me.”

  Lance loosened his grip on her hips, pushing her forward on the desk, bending her at the waist. She didn’t resist. With his left foot he nudged at her feet. Amy opened her legs wide. As she did, she felt Lance slide his penis into her wet, swollen pussy from behind. With one quick thrust he was in her. He slammed into her so hard she groaned. As wet as it was, it still hurt a little. He was so big. She pushed her ass back towards him, taking him deep inside her. She let go of his neck, planting both her hands on the desk, bracing herself. He held himself still inside her, letting her get accustomed to his size.

  Amy ground her hips backwards before beginning to rock back and forth, setting the pace, feeling Lances shaft slide smoothly in and out of her. Lance picked up on the rhythm, taking his hand off of her hips. She could feel him stand up straight and tall, the angle of his penis shifting, letting Amy set the pace. He placed his left hand on the small of her back, pushing her downwards, adjusting the angle of his entry once again, easing her in and out, in and out.

  “How long did you watch for?” he asked.

  “What?”

  She was lost in the pleasure of him, not expecting the question. Nor did she expect what happened next. Lance brought his right open palm down hard on her ass cheek. Amy jumped at the slap, stopping her rocking motion, but holding him deep inside her. Lance slapped her again on the other cheek. Amy jumped again, lying prone on the desk before him.

  “You said you liked it all. Did you watch long enough to see that? Do you like that?”

  Amy now understood the question and the answer. She did like that. Her body told her she liked that. Her crotch told her she liked that. As the sting on her ass spread, she grew even more excited. Her juices began to flow more freely. That’s how she knew she liked it. She began to rock her hips back and forth once again, slowly at first, then picking up speed. He slid so easily into her.

  Lance slapped her left cheek again, hard. When she felt the sting she rammed hard against his crotch, taking him deeper.

  “You didn’t answer my question.” He hit her right cheek, hard. She rammed hard against him.

  “I like it, sir, I do. I like it all. Please don’t stop. Spank me again, sir.”

  He did. He spanked her. Then he spanked her again, and again, and again. Each time he hit her, he hit her harder. Each time he hit her, she slammed into him harder. He pushed back each time, thrusting himself into her deeper each time. They continued this way, slap after slap met with thrust after thrust. He slapped her; she thrust against him. She took it, loving every moment of every slap, the sting on her ass cheeks growing with her excitement.

  Amy reached her limit. She could take the spanking, she liked the spanking, she loved the spanking, but with hi
m thrusting hard into her now, with each spank followed by a thrust, she felt the heat rising inside her. It was relentless. She held back as long as she could, but then—there it was, where did that come from—the flood. Her juices flooded out of her, out over his penis, his crotch, the inside of her legs, and down onto the desk. How did this happen so quickly? Her body shook as her juices burst forward, throwing her into the throes of a toe-curling, eye-rolling fit of ecstasy. As soon as Lance felt her orgasm, he grabbed her by the hips, holding himself deep inside her. This only served to intensify her orgasm, a second wave rolling through her body.

  Lance may have been able to hold out against the first wave, but as soon as he felt her second orgasm it was too much for him. Amy felt his body tense before relaxing in a shiver as he came deep inside her. For a brief moment, their two bodies shuddered in shared pleasure.

  Once her orgasm subsided, the sting on her ass cheeks began to take over, the delightful sting of pleasure mixed with pain. Amy lay across the desk as Lance slid his penis out of her. She wanted to hold on to all the sensations she was feeling at this very moment for as long as possible. Laying this way allowed her this. She felt her juices mingle with his semen deep inside her, the sting on her ass and the tingle on her neck where his lips just were. She didn’t know why, but she thought of Alison and Miranda at the same time, smiling to herself, now fully aware of how they felt. It was as if she was now part of the club.

  Lance placed his hand on the small of her back, lowering his lips to kiss first her right ass cheek, then her left. His warm, wet lips on her stinging, red ass felt amazing. She loved it. She turned her head to see her torn, discarded panties of the floor some distance away.

  She smiled. “Keep this up and I’ll have nothing left to wear.”

  “I prefer you naked anyway,” he replied.

  Chapter 6

  It was midday. Tony hadn’t left his office all morning. He thought about making himself another double expresso, but he already had three so far. He definitely didn’t need any more caffeine. Fresh air, he needed fresh air. He needed to go for a walk. He got up from his desk deciding to go out to the front of the hotel, if only to stand in the driveway and get a few moments of sunshine. If he was lucky, Miranda would be in between rides and he could see her as well.