Catching Up

Weeks have flown by filled with the frenzy of our dueling work schedules. It’s been such a busy time for both of us that we barely have seen each other at all. I have been trying to meet deadline after deadline in order to get Chase Weber’s marketing campaign ready to launch He’s demanded more of my time than I think was strictly necessary, making me wonder if he hasn’t given up on his romantic illusions towards me, but he remained professional and gentlemanly so I wonder if I’m off base.

Dar, as usual, is working hours that sane men would scoff at. Even when he’s home and it’s after midnight, the trill of one of his phones brings a scowl to his face and it can be another hour before he has whatever crisis has emerged in control. His staff is well trained enough, and no doubt scared enough of him, not to disturb him unless it’s imperative, and yet the phone never stops ringing.

We are both so busy that we barely see each other, most nights I stay at my apartment working late with only Diablo for company. I know if I stayed with Dar, I couldn’t force myself to work, his presence distracts me. I’d be compelled to be on my knees with his warm cock in my mouth while he’s on one of his infamous calls, instead of getting my timetables done.

But now, finally, it’s at an end. The launch party for Chase’s latest venture is tonight and after that my life will be normal once again. The only quality time I spent with Dar in months was on Valentines Day. His surprise for me, perhaps in atonement for the Taryn incident, was a beautiful woman he knows I have always been attracted to. Breena. Just thinking of that night of bliss, for all three of us, I hope, has kept me from losing my mind. But that is a tale for another day.

I spent weeks looking for the perfect dress, I wanted something elegant but still sexy and I finally was able to convince Maggie to leave Teresa with Stephen on a Saturday and come into the city to shop with me since I was having no luck on my own. It felt so good to have her to myself again, to just get to be girls again. Feeling her milk engorged breasts over cups of steaming chai in the little tea shop on Rivington Street had us bursting into fits of laughter. We even stopped into Demask for a look at some rubber corsets and clothing that had Maggie rolling her eyes in bewilderment. I didn’t bother taking her downstairs to the room filled with gas masks and medical paraphernalia, some of those things even make me queasy.

“Come to the party, please Maggie,” I had begged her.

“Oh Tess, as much as I’d love to share that night with you I couldn’t possibly leave Maggie with a sitter,” she replied.

“Just one night, surely Stephen’s mom would be more than delighted to have her granddaughter to herself one night,” I continued.

“I know it’s not even rational, Tess. I know it. But I can’t bring myself to leave her, this day was hard enough for me, and she’s with Stephen and I pumped enough milk for two weeks and here I am loving this time with you, but I’m still tense, still feel just, I don’t know, wrong,” she said. “Wait until you have a baby, you’ll see.”

“Oh shit, Tess. Fuck. I am such an idiot,” she said, having seen my smile fade.

“No, Maggie,” I replied, forcing a smile I don’t feel, “I never want you to have to watch your words with me. We’ve known each other too long for that. I know what you meant. And I have not given up hope, not just yet. Dar is a hard man, he seems immovable at times but I have my wiles, you know.”

“From what I’ve seen of Dar, you’re going to need more than wiles,” she said, with a shake of her head.

I hugged her tight to my chest, as the cab dropped her at Penn Station, promising to visit and stay a weekend within the month. I also miss my little goddaughter and I’m hoping to get Dar to come and stay overnight as well. I marvel at my own perseverant brand of optimism. As if all it will take to change his mind is a weekend of suburban bliss.

I love the dress Maggie helped me choose. She thought I should stand out, for once abandon my ubiquitous black and do something bright and colorful. One of the colors that suits me best is violet, I don’t usually buy dresses in that shade, they tend to remind me too much of bridesmaids getups. But there it was, a deep rich shade not like some wilted pale flower, at this one small boutique I almost walked by until Maggie grabbed my arm, pulled me back and whispered, “That’s it. Damn, Tess, that dress is going to look hot on you.”

I’ve asked Dar to meet me at the office and bring Diablo to his place so I can go straight to the club after I dress and make sure everything is just right. I pick up my cuddly little pet and nuzzle his nose, cooing to him before putting snapping on his leash and handing it to Dar. He totally refuses to carry Diablo’s pink case. I’m so excited and stressed. I start to walk Dar to the door of my office, but he gets there first and stands in front of it.

“Is this all the thanks I get for picking up your scruffy little beast? I’m shown the door?” he says, as one hand snakes out and grabs the hair at the back of my neck, pulling me tight against him. “Is it, bitch?”

I feel the beat of his heart thumping against me. And my own heartbeat quickens in response. I feel the familiar dampness start to flow between my thighs, and despite my anxiety, I wish he’d just push me over my desk and fuck me here and now.

“I’m sorry, love, I’m just tense. You know how much I appreciate everything you do for me. Especially regarding my little beast,” I say, flashing him my brightest smile, tilting my face up to his dark, moody one for a kiss.

Looking down at me, his lips stretch into a smirk that curves the right side of his mouth ever so slightly up. “I know how to deal with your tension, Tess. But I am afraid it may leave marks you don’t want showing this evening.”

“Oh god, Dar, no, not now,” I whimper.

“Don’t worry, pet. I’d never do anything to embarrass you in your profession. However,” he says as he reaches behind his back and turns the lock on my door, “what I have in mind at the moment won’t bruise you. Not anywhere that shows at any rate.”

He pushes me back until my ass is against the front of my desk. I don’t even know how he manages to turn me around but all of a sudden my hips bones are pressed into the edge, my breasts rest atop scattered papers and I feel the cool air surround my sex as he lifts my skirt to my waist. I moan as his fingers tug at the almost non-existent scrap of lace that covers my cunt. I am already drenched when the two fingers he shoves inside bend to attack my g-spot. He knows me so well, knows how I will not be able to help moaning, so his hand clasps down over my mouth stifling any sound. I feel my breath warm and heavy against my chin as it escapes the outstretched fingers of his strong hand.

“This is what you want, what you need, isn’t it, whore,” his tone low, each word carefully enunciated. His calm, cool tone belies the intensity I know he feels. I can feel his cock urgently pressing against my ass and I know that no matter how much he may control himself, he wants nothing more than to take me, here and now, to make me beg, to once again have me repeat that I am his: his bitch, his whore, his woman, his. And how could I be anything else? He knows he possesses me. It is a fact I am unable, unwilling to hide.

“Don’t move,” he whispers, as he releases his grip on me. The sound of his zipper opening makes my cunt ache and I moan into my own hand to muffle the sound. Diablo, always wary of Dar, lies down in the corner whining lightly. Dar just glances at him and he hushes. And then his voice is once again in my ear. The greatest punishment Dar can bestow upon me is his silence. As long as I have his words, his cruelly beautiful words whispered in my ear, I can bear anything. It’s when he shuts me out that my world shatters. He is always careful to moderate his periods of cold isolation. I think he knows that is the only thing that could ever drive me away from him.

Now though, he is all heat and so am I. I feel as though his cock scorches me as he drags the head of it along my swollen folds smearing my juices up to my clit. My clit beats the same rhythm as my rapid heartbeat. I want to scream to him to touch me there, please, don’t make me wait, but I am hampered by our location and my desire to do his bidding, to have him fuck me as he sees fit. His cock plunges into me so harshly that he bumps my cervix and I try unsuccessfully to stifle a yelp.

“You like that, bitch,” he growls, as he grabs my hair and pushes into me again and again. With one hand holding my hair so tight my scalp aches, the other moves to my clit. Two fingers surround it, making it even harder and more engorged. He rubs it between them, with fingers that glisten with my fluids. He feels my orgasm build, all the signs are known to him – the way I get still right before I come not wanting anything to change, the way I hold my breath, how my hands tighten their grip on the desk – and he snarls, “Let go, let go, Tess, come for me, you bitch, come now. Come right now.” My body obeys him, every muscle seems to spasm with the intensity of my climax, my nerve endings tingle, the blood is a raging river in my ears.

Moments later I feel him tense and pull his cock out of me and warmth spreads across my ass and back. He swallows the normally feral sounds that accompany his orgasm. Sounds that make my heart sing with joy that I have a part in reaching him on such a primal level. One hand is pressed firmly into my back holding me still while the other gathers up viscous strands of come. He brings his fingers, awash with my juices and his, to my mouth.

“Lick yourself clean, bitch, you don’t want to stain your pretty skirt now, do you,” he whispers, even as my mouth eagerly laps up all he offers me. Finally he rubs the last bit onto my lips. I leave it there knowing what he wants. I wait for him to turn me to face him and have his soft full lips devour mine.

“I imagine you’re less tense now, Tess,” he says with not a hint of humor.

I just look into those eyes, dark and glowing, and smile suppressing a laugh. My tension is gone, evaporated. All I feel now is the incredible depth of my love and desire for this man.

“I’ll take Diablo now. You go home and make yourself beautiful though I can’t imagine how you can look more beautiful than you do right now,” he says.

“Thank you, Dar. Thank you for this,” I say kissing him.

Suddenly he grips my face between two fingers, drawing a line with his the index finger of his other hand from the corner of my eye to my jaw, “Only tears would make you more beautiful to me. But that, pet, that will wait till after your party”

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~ by tesstorn on March 27, 2007.