Lavish Life: Ch. 1

Elliot Grey—that’s me. Vincent Pierce—that’s my goal.

I want him to have his way with me in every way possible. I want him to fuck me on his desk, in his car, in his bed, just everywhere and anywhere. I want him to fuck me until my legs are shaking and my vagina is pulsating. I want him to fuck me until I’m crying from pleasure, and the only way that will happen is if I stop being a scared little baby and actually say words to him when I’m around him, like right now, for example; here I am in his office standing right in front his desk, watching his lips move and trying to listen to what he is saying to me, but my eyes keep wandering all the way down his body and stopping at the bulge in his suit pants. Vincent is the definition of a god with his smooth, sharp facial features, with his beige, rose soft skin and emerald green eyes, and his luscious, soft, jet black hair that is always so perfectly messy.

“Elliot,” I hear someone say, but I tune whomever it is out so I can keep staring, but then I see fingers being snapped in my face and I’m back to this world.

“Huh, yes sir?”

“Elliot,” he says while walking over to his door and locking it.

“Yes Mr. Pierce?”

“Did you hear a word I said to you?” He says, and he slowly walks behind me and I can barely hear what he’s saying now as the blood rushes to my ears.

“N-no sir.”

“And why is that?” He asks

“I zoned out, sir.”

“Hm,” he says. “Elliot, did you realize how short your skirt was when you left the house?”

“No, Mr. Pierce, I didn’t”

“How about how tight and low cut your shirt is?”

“No sir, I kind of rushed to get dressed this morning,” he pulls my long dirty blonde hair out of the bun I had it in and lets in cascade down my back in all its naturally wavy glory. He then brings his arms around me and quickly, yet swiftly, unbuttons my shirt and pulls it off. Then he pushes me down on his desk.

“I saw how you were looking at me with those icy blue eyes,” he whispers in my ear. “I know what you want, Elliot,” he says as he moves my panties to the side and starts rubbing my vagina softly back and forth. “All you have to do is say the words Elliot,” he says as he sticks two fingers inside of me and slowly begins to finger me. Oh god, is this really happening? Is this real life? I could feel my heart racing in my chest cavity as the blood in my body was traveling everywhere, making me hotter by the second. “Just say it, Elliot, and it’s yours.”

A small moan escaped my lips and then I said it.

“Fuck me, Mr.Pierce.”

“What?” He says.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, sir, fuck me.”

“I’m not sir right now, Elliot,” he says as he pushes his hard member against me. “Try that again,” he says as he begins fingering me faster. I tried to stand up but he just pushes me back down and pulls my underwear to my ankles and rips them off, then he places one of my legs on his desk so he can put his fingers deeper inside me. “Come on, Elliot, just say it.”

“Oh god,” I say. “Please daddy.”

“Now that’s more like it,” He says as he shoves himself inside me, causing a loud moan to escape my lips. Good thing his office is on its own floor. He grasps my waist with both his hands gently but roughly and pounds my vagina like it is the last thing he’ll ever do. I reach out and grab the edge of the desk and squeezed it as tight as possible. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life. My body feels like it is on fire. I have no control of the noise coming from my mouth. He flips me over so that I am facing him now and he kisses me passionately but forcefully as he takes my bra off. He then begins leaving trails of kisses down my body, stopping at each of my breasts, sucking each nipple so sweetly. He then makes his way to my vagina and begins licking and sucking like his life depends on it. My hand finds its way to his head and I begin pulling his hair and pushing his head closer to me. It felt so good. He isn’t down there long, but once he is finished, he puts my legs on his shoulders and shoves his member back inside me and begins thrusting so hard and so fast I feel my eyes begin to water. I am moaning so loud you could probably hear me on the floor under us and above us. Soon, the thrusting and the pounding become faster and faster and he starts grinding harder and louder. I know he is about to cum. He pulls out and comes in his trash can.

I can’t believe this happened. This has been my dream since I first laid my eyes on him. I just can’t believe it. I stood up and looked at him and he was already back to looking neat and tidy while I had no bra, shirt, or panties on, and my skirt was twisted and damn near at my hips.

“Get dressed,” he says so formally as he sits down at his desk and watches as I quickly put my clothes back on and fixed my hair.

“How was it?” He asks.

“Oh, it was amazing,” I say as my cheeks become red and I begin to feel light on my feet.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he says. “Now get back to work.”

I nod my head and make my way to the door, but I stop right before I open it and I turn back to look at him.

“Yes Ms. Grey?” He says.

“Why?” I ask.

“Why what?” He says.

“Why did you have sex with me?”

“It’s simple, Ms. Grey,” he says. “I’m a rich man who lives a lavish life. I can have sex with who I want and when I want, just as long as they say yes. Now get back to work,” he says with devilish smirk. “Oh, and Ms.Grey, if you continue to dress like that, what happened in this office today might just happen again.” I couldn’t help but blush at his words as I quickly left his office and got back to work. Looks like tomorrow I’ll be dressing a little more sexy.