Copyright Martin Gatsby 2021
(To a past lover, I did not appreciate enough)
Christine tapped her heel in annoyance. The gall of her partner deciding to sell the most prized piece in their gallery was simply beyond understanding. Only two years ago, he had asked her to join him in the partnership. By making a handful of very shrewd purchases and even wiser sales, the gallery had begun to turn an impressive profit. But it was her taste, her drive, and her business acumen that drove the turn around. While her partner may have put up the initial capital, it was her talent generating both dollars and taste. For him to act without consulting her was more than simply an insult; it was a power play.
Her black, shiny Louboutins tapped angrily against the cold marble floor of the gallery. She was already dressed to the nines for an opening that would not occur for six hours. Still, she was ready. Her body was poured into a red bandage dress resting just off her shoulder. The effects of tapping her heels made her body tense and shake in an amazing way. For luck and for fun she had dressed in an intricate, lacey thong panty. Sheer, black thigh highs set off her well-toned legs. The dress did not allow for a bra; and the dress hugged her ass so provocatively she could not help but be intrigued by it when getting dressed. Her long brown hair flowed down her neck and created quite an awe inspiring picture. It was an interesting contrast to see her soft beauty simmering with rage. Her face was sleek with high cheekbones and smooth skin punctuated by wide eyes. She was a woman who commanded attention for many reasons.
She could hear him enter before she could see him. The leather soles of his dark brown wingtips clicked against the floor. His reflection could be seen in some of the art on the other side of the room. He was much taller than her with short, dark hair and piercing brown eyes. He was well-built and wore a well-tailored charcoal pinstripe suit with a maroon, silk tie and a crisp white shirt. Under the right circumstances, she found him attractive and intriguing. Now, however, he just caused a heat of rage to bubble through her. "Let me guess," he asked. "You're a bit upset."
She spun on her heels to face him. "You can't just sell things from this business. This is as much as my decision as yours," she barked at him. She kept her voice steady, but it dripped with anger. His only response was a raised eyebrow. She continued and lashed him with facts and allegations about their partnership. When she was through, he paused for a beat, and then his face broke into a large grin.
"That's your response?" Now her anger was simmering out of control. "After all that? You just smile?" "Oh," he answered coolly, "I have a response." "And what's that?" she all but screamed.
He straightened slightly and answered, "Well, I know the stress you've been under Christine. You've been overworked and underappreciated. I know you've worked long nights. I know how dedicated you are to all this. But let's be honest. This isn't about an art piece. This is about you needing release."
"What?" she spat at him not knowing what on earth he meant.
Pausing, he flexed his chest and removed his suit jacket placing it on a nearby chair. Long and lean she could still see the definition of his upper body through his dress shirt. "You know what I mean. I know your mind, and I know your body. You're hungry for attention. You need it. It's been to long since somebody has really given you pleasure. Since somebody had really made your body sing." He started to walk towards her.
"What on earth are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" She almost laughed as she said it. Though what he had said rang true on some level. Her appetites, under the right circumstances, were prodigious. She enjoyed sensuality with the right man. And it had been a while. Sometimes her mind turned to sex, but she quickly either shifted her thoughts or lost herself in a fantastic workout.
"Can I be perfectly honest with you?" he asked softly as he put his hands on her exposed shoulders. She cocked her head to the side in answer. Her skin reacted to his touch. Maybe it was the stimulation from her prodigious temper, but she could feel tingles on her shoulders now.
"You...need...to...be...tamed a bit." He told her in a deeper than his normal voice. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you need to be fucked." His tongue rolled hard on the consonants of the last word.
"Fuck you," she hissed back. Her lips were now mere inches from his, though with his height she had to arch her neck backward to meet his eyes. Rather than snap back, he merely smiled and replied, "Oh is that what you need? I see the problem then."
She opened her mouth to let loose a tirade of vitriol at him, but he raced to lean down and cover her lips with his. The initial kiss was forceful, passionate, and carried all the energy of the previous moments. At first she was shocked. How dare he. How dare he kiss her with his lips -- lips that were warm and searching.
Lasting for many counts, the kiss finally broke and Christine exploded into gasps. "Oh come on...now you're really pushing it," she gasped at him as she started to spin on one heel. His large hand, however, grabbed her body and turned her back to him. She gasped against the sensation, but before she could protest he kissed her again.
While the first kiss was passionate and impulsive, this kiss was considered and deep. It was the difference between a short squall and a diving, thick tropical rainstorm. His tongue started searching out her lips and toyed quickly with her mouth. She found her lips parting and his tongue briefly touched hers causing an involuntary moan to escape her throat.
This time when the kiss parted, her eyes were heavy lidded. Her breathing felt labored but slower than before, taking in needed oxygen that somehow could not clear away building clouds of lust. "Fuck you," she repeated, but her voice had dropped an octave and radiated with sensuality. She almost couldn't recognize her own tone. He stared at her. Looking at her like a lion sizes up his prey. He took her long, brown hair in one hand and moved it off her shoulder to around the back of her elegant neck exposing her throat to him.
"Listen...you've already crossed some lines," she whispered unsure of what her goal was now. She was surprised at how husky her voice sounded. "You should stop now."
"Let me explain my point," he returned. She started to speak, but her words dissolved into a long "hmmm" as she felt him pull her head slowly back and lower his tongue to her neck. He traced his lips up and down the side of her neck. He would dart his tongue out to trace unspeakable lines up and down her skin. Her defenses melted a bit as her eyes fluttered shut. She felt herself going up on her tiptoes to meet his wet kisses lifting her soft, nylon covered soles briefly out of her heels. The hardness of his body contrasted against the softness of hers.
He broke away again and kissed her full on the lips. The kiss had magnified in intensity. Already off balance, Christine could not steel her resistance against yet another sensuous kiss on her lips. The kiss radiated from her lips to her toes. She could feel her ass clench. Her body felt as if fireworks were exploding up and down her. Her arousal started to radiate from deep in her hips. It slowly trickled out to various parts of her body. She was almost certain her nipples had betrayed her and hardened under her dress.
She could feel his fingers comb through her hair and then stopped as his large hands cupped her head. His finger tips closed around a hank of her hair and he yanked sharply. She responded with a quick bark and her eyes looked at him wide in surprise. Did he know?
He bent down to her ear and first gently kissed her temple. "I know you. Right now you're going to do every fucking thing I tell you. And you're going to enjoy it even more than I will." She looked up at him and noticed his eyes travelling over her legs and smiled again. The idea of being used for a man's pleasure was always a secret thrill, but now it seemed about to become a reality.
"Turn around."
