Heads and Tails, Part 65


Dinner’s pleasantries slowly gave way to sexual innuendo and casual touching that did little to cool either of them down. When the waiter returned with a desert menu, Adrianna waved him off and Michael told him to charge the meal to his room.

The two of them left the restaurant and made their way to the elevator. The little box was packed with other people, so Adrianna pressed her back against Michael’s chest. Her ass pressed against him and the curve of it against his cock aroused him further. She felt him stiffen and subtly shifted her weight so that his cock rubbed between her cheeks as they rode the elevator up to his floor.

When the door opened, the two of them squeezed past the others and into the hall before the doors closed behind them. Michael offered his arm and Adrianna put her hand upon it. They walked down the hall and stopped before his room. He fished out the key card and in they went.

Adrianna looked about the suite and said, “Nice. I’m glad to see you didn’t go cheap on me.”

Michael shrugged. “I’m not the sort to take you to some place nasty out of spite.” Michael looked at her for a second and asked, “Can we talk for a moment?”

“Sure,” said Adrianna, “but why don’t you undress while we talk.”

Michael sighed before he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Here’s the deal. You don’t have to blackmail me here. As weird as the last couple of days have been, they have not sucked. I am not a submissive guy by nature, but I’ve enjoyed your lessons and the control you’ve displayed.” He pulled off his shirt, folded it neatly and set it on the nearby dresser.

“So what are you saying?” Adrianna asked.

Michael kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. “I’m saying that you don’t have to blackmail me. I’ll behave and I will learn from you without that sort of coercion.” He unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, picked them up and laid them beside his shirt. “Honestly, being blackmailed is going to bring out an ugly part of me, not here and not now, but eventually.”

Adrianna watched him remove his socks and could feel herself getting even more turned on. It wasn’t his physique, which certainly helped, but the way he talked to her and offered himself up on a platter. The hint of danger in his eyes added to the warmth between her thighs, but she recognized his honesty. His reputation at work as a womanizer was secondary to his reputation as a ruthless competitor, and she had no doubt he would turn this skills against her if he hadn’t already.

“So I will be your Mistress, and you won’t fight it?”

“That’s right,” he said.

“And what of my other condition?” Keeping him from dating the women at work added some control to the situation, but she was not the jealous type. It wasn’t like he was her only lover. That their taste in women was similar is part of what brought him to her attention.

“I’ll be discreet and not let it interfere with us,” he said. “I could lie about ir, but I was sort of seeing someone before you started blackmailing me.”

“Who is she?” Adrianna asked, letting a hint of jealousy color her voice.

“I’d rather not say.” If it was a deal breaker with Adrianna, Michael would deal with it. Given her proclivity toward blackmail, he did not want to expose Diane any more than he had to.

“So she’s married,” Adrianna said. She held up her hand to stave off his response. “Don’t worry. I won’t go searching her out.” She pointed at his boxers and said, “Take those off and we have a deal.”

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