note: this is part of a mulit-part story, posted out of linear order. the series as a whole is D/s related but this story is not. 'A Bath and a Bed' takes place somewhat before this story. Amelie, Tony and Zenika are involved in a triad D/s relationship.
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Tony picked up the phone without bothering to look up from his work but leaned back with a smile when he heard who his PA had waiting. "Yeah, send her in," he said.
Amelie slipped in and pushed his door shut, glancing around curiously. Despite the rain that was pretty much the same as yesterday's rain, and the day's before, she was wearing a little sundress that made her look like she belonged in
Little House on the Prairie
, not Tony's high rise office.
"What's up?" Tony swung around his desk to take her dripping umbrella and kiss her dark hair, curling loosely from the damp. He had to admit he loved the fact that Amelie was delicate and small, even though he knew she complained bitterly about being 'cute'. "Aren't you in classes?"
"Skipped," she said carelessly, "too boring. Besides, today's an important day."
"It is, huh? What day is that?"
Amelie grinned. "First day of Spring," she glanced past him to the rain dribbling down the windows. "Not that you could tell," she said grumpily.
"But," she went on, hopping up to sit on the edge of Tony's desk, swinging her legs idly. She was wearing striped tights that bared a strip of fair skin between the lavender edge of her skirt and the tops of her tights and all Tony wanted to do was push that skirt up and spread her knees and admire Amelie's sweet pussy. "Normally, it's the day that promises pretty dresses and shorts and fast cars with the top down."
Tony laughed, dropping back down in his chair to hide the beginnings of an erection, "That would be some other place, not here, honey."
"I know," Amelie looked mournful for a moment, pouting in a way that made Tony thing of blow-jobs, before she brightened. "But, still, we should celebrate!"
"I've got to work," he pointed out. It wasn't news, he had to work way to often for anyone's pleasure.
Amelie stuck out her tongue. "You are way too dutiful. You and Zenika both."
"Oh, you think so?" Tony leaned back, tucking his hands behind his head and swinging idly in his chair. "When Zenika finds out you've skipped class, you're going to be in a world of hurt, little girl."
Amelie just rolled her eyes. "Not like any of my classes are challenging."
"That's not the point," Tony remembered that pretty well himself, except worse, because every damn day somebody was surprised to discover a black man who wasn't struggling with his 'blaccent', or on the run from a gang, or was actually smart enough to find classes aimed at rich white kids as boring as those rich white kids themselves.
"Talk to the hand," Amelie said, palms out, "because, blah, blah, blah, I've heard it all before. I'm two years into college, I know how to handle my classes, Tony."
Tony gripped her wrists and pulled her onto his lap. "When you're getting straight 'A's, I'll believe you."
"No one gets straight 'A's" Amelie squirmed to straddle him, arms looped around his shoulders, breath soft on his cheek before she kissed him.
Tony smoothed his hands down her back with a sigh. Cupping her ass, he savored the warmth of her skin and the pretty curves through the thin fabric. "Hey are you wearing anything under that dress?"
"Nope," Amelie said smugly. She kissed him again, nipping softly at his lip and sinking down so she was sitting on his lap.
She had to be freezing in the girlish dress she wore but Tony didn't think that was the only reason her nipples were hard. He cupped a breast, smoothing circles with his thumb, letting her sigh and squirm before cupping the back of her head and taking that pretty mouth. She gave a happy little moan, taking what he gave, sucking on his tongue like it was the best thing in the world. Tony pinched a nipple, chuckling at her whimper.
"So this is Happy Spring Day to me?" he asked. Amelie nodded, face flushed pink and blue eyes wide with desire. She was such a pretty girl, and -- she was grinding her pussy against his aching cock -- damn if anyone could have guessed she was such a little slut.
"Zenika told me you'd be out late," she said, with another fake little pout. This time, Tony didn't resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her, hard and insistent, feeling her open up so he could fuck her mouth with his tongue. It made him want to get his cock in there, his fingers, everything. Groaning he pushed up against her pussy, Amelie moaned in her throat.
He tugged the tie that held her dress up and it slithered down leaving her naked from the waist up, tits rubbing warmly against his shirt. Tony slipped a hand between them so he could cup one of Amelie's tits, pretty as the rest of her. Nicely sized, enough to bounce and sway when he fucked her, not as big as Zenika's, and perky. He cupped and kneaded and squeezed, working the soft curve of her in his hand the way she liked, all over. Her nipples were pale pink, a shade lighter than her mouth, and excitable. They were tight, the areoles plump and Amelie's breath hitched every time he pinched them.