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cooling caught us both on fire and we burned for it.
    He released me, almost hostile in his need to let me go and
when I fell off his lap he stood and stalked into the crowd like a crazed mad
man. I lay panting and sweating and terrified because I knew, in that kiss,
that I’d fuck my life and go to him that night.
     
     
    Five
     
    He knew I’d come. His door was left open and I pushed inside
and navigated through the embarrassingly large suite. It was as big as an
apartment, an apartment twice the size of mine. He waited for me in a big,
voluptuous chair, sunk down in, his legs parted and bent at 90 degrees. In one
hand he held a glass with some dark liquor filling the bottom third and his
eyes were closed. What I couldn’t pull my eyes from was his chest. He had stripped
his shirt and left it in a pile by the couch and he was amazingly cut, muscular
and well groomed. He still wore his watch and his pants but his belt buckle was
undone and he was so fucking sexy like this, like no way I’d ever seen him.
    I stepped out of my strappy shoes and padded over to him. He
didn’t open his eyes until I moved between his knees and then he peeled them
open for me and gazed up at me with such beautiful need.
    “I’m here to quit my job, Mr. Vaughn.”
    “Good, because I planned to fire you, Mia.”
    “Glad we are in agreement.” He lifted his tumbler to his
lips and sipped gingerly, taking his time now that he had me and there was no
going back.
    “Put your foot here, on my chair.” He instructed me to the
right of his left knee and I did as I was told. The way my dress fell, it
wouldn’t take much for him to slide the satin up to expose my pantied pussy.
    He returned his hand to my inner thigh and stroked the small
space of exposed skin above my stocking. He seemed pleased with the silkiness
of my hosiery, stroking it almost as often as my thigh. I swallowed and watched
and tried to remain still while he explored me, staying far from the place
where my fire burned hottest for him.
    “I like these,” he said finally. He placed his glass on the
carpet and scooted forward so that he could grab my leg in both of his hands
and touch them all over my thighs. “I want you to wear them all night tonight.”
    “Anything you want, Damian.”
    “Anything I want?”
    “Don’t make me beg.”
    He smiled and ran his hands up my thighs and by doing so took
my satin skirt with it. He peeked at my white garter and matching lace white
underwear and made a noise of impatient pleasure.
    “Whore,” he teased and raised his heavy eyes up to me. “I’d
very much like to hear you beg. Take off your dress for me. Slowly. Let me
savor every exposed bit of your skin.”
    His words made something fantastic happen to my body. I
could feel the moisture soak into the lace. My pussy lips ached as the rough
material rubbed against them. He had no idea, no idea what affect his
deep, demanding voice had on me.
    “As you wish,” I teased back and pushed away from his hands.
He tried in vain to snatch me back, but I put enough distance between us that
he’d have to leave his chair. He settled back to watch, a smile forming on his
lips.
    “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re disobedient. You’re
gorgeous when you obey. I don’t know which I like better.”
    I pulled the zipper on the back of my dress to release the
bodice. He made a frustrated noise when I removed it all at once. I dropped the
beaded piece to the floor and he appraised my breasts. Not overly large but I
liked them. Bigger and fuller than Anna’s, that’s for sure. The dress made
wearing a bra impossible so my tits were exposed to him right away and he
demonstrated his appreciation by rubbing and adjusting himself lewdly. The
bulge in his pants couldn’t possibly be real, a trick of the light or
something, because it was huge, shoved against his thigh. I unclipped my garter
from my stockings and tucked my thumbs over my lace panties. I peeled them down
to my toes and