The CEO and the Girl From the Coffee Shop by Terry Towers Page A

eyes, so he had to
keep reminding himself to take things easy on her. When she called
him Master, in her soft, sweet voice; it was like fucking music to
his ears. Now he just had to figure out what he was going to do
with her for the first session. First of many he hoped.
    "Think of a
safeword and tell me what it is after you've undressed for me."
    She hesitated.
"Anything, Master?"
    There was that
Master again. He clinched his jaw holding himself back. She was a
fucking dream come true. Anything."
    She nodded and
began to undress for him. Undressing slowly, provoking him with her
stunning blue eyes. She grabbed the hem of her tight t-shirt and
pulled it up over her head. She wasn't wearing anything under the
top. His eyes lowered to her nice perky breasts, her large pink
nipples begged him to take them in his mouth. Again, he restrained
himself.
    Beth tugged at
the tie on her shorts and let them drop to the floor, kicking them
aside. Next came the white cotton panties. She subconsciously tried
to cover herself with her hands, but Gabriel was having none of
that.
    "Cross your
hands behind your back. I want to see you." His voice sounded
firmer than he actually felt. He realized her was actually nervous
with her, unsure if he could get through a session without fucking
her prematurely.
    "Okay."
    "Okay what?"
he asked with stern eyes.
    She gulped,
her eyes flashing with desire as she licked her lower lip. "Okay
Master."
    A surge of
satisfaction rushed through him as he walked over to her. "On your
knees."
    "Yes, Sir."
she dropped to her knees before him, her mouth inches away from his
restrained dick. Doing as told, she crossed her arms behind her
back and then peered up at him.
    His cock
jerked in reaction. She looked damned sexy kneeling before him.
"And what's the safeword?"
    "Chef," she
replied a touch of amusement in her eyes.
    Cheeky
little thing . He fought the smile threatening to emerge on his
lips. "Chef it is. When you want this to stop you say the safeword.
Understand?" This was going to be fun. He had no idea how long he'd
be able to last before giving in to his urges and fucking her tight
pussy. He suspected not as long as he'd hope to.
    "Yes Sir."
    "Good. Stay
there and don't move a muscle."
    "Yes Sir."
     
     

Chapter
10
     
     
    Both excited
and anxious, Beth watched Gabriel as he strode over to a large
mahogany dresser and began to rummage through a number of the
drawers. His back was to her and she took a moment to admire the
contours of lean muscle. He was wearing his usual jogging pants,
riding low on his hips, covering his tight ass.
    Turning back
to face her he had an item in each hand. The first held what she
knew to be nipple clamps and a black satin blindfold. What kind of
nipple clamps, she had no clue. The other hand was holding a length
of rope. Her excitement rose with each step he took towards her. By
the time he was standing directly in front of her again, his cock
covered by just his pants was inches from her mouth. Her juices
began to drip down her inner thighs as she waited. She spread her
legs wider to help relive the pressure between them.
    Gabriel
dropped the nipple clamps to the floor and circled around Beth. She
wanted to swivel her head to follow him, but had a feeling that
when he said "don't move," he meant it.
    "Have you ever
been tied up Beth?" Gabriel asked. His lips were close to her ear,
just grazing her lower lobe. She closed her eyes and savoured the
feel of his closeness.
    "Handcuffed to
the bedpost, Sir." she could feel the heat colouring her cheeks at
the admission, though she had no idea why. She had never in her
entire lifetime talked about sex or past lovers with anyone, not
even her closest girlfriends. She'd always been slightly shy when
it came to talking about sex, so to even tell him that much was
embarrassing, yet at the same time liberating for her.
    Beth felt his
hands on her upper arms and then the rope being looped from one arm
to the other. He tightened the rope