As they walked up the driveway of a quiet house on one of the tree-lined streets behind Michigan Avenue, Ivan was suddenly glad it was so late at night, aware of how they must look together. He, a bank executive, walking side by side with a student from the art school whose collection his company insured.
He had to bite his tongue to keep from smiling.
She was a tiny thing, barely five feet tall with the kind of tight, toned body you might see in an Adidas ad. Dark skin, dark hair, with a pair of striking, pale blue eyes that made it seem she was from somewhere exotic. Dressed in a short black dress and heels, she looked much different now than when he’d first encountered her at the university a few weeks ago, but considering they were both coming from the gallery opening downtown it wasn’t so surprising. He was just glad they’d made it away unnoticed.
Having just taken over for his late father at the bank, Ivan was in a delicate position. His attendance at these sorts of events was mandatory, but being seen with a girl less than half his age wouldn’t exactly reflect well on the business. Still, it wasn’t like he’d gone looking for her. Since his first day on campus, she’d been only too eager to show him around the archives, staying late after class, even bringing him coffee at lunch. Maybe she was just being exceedingly polite, but he’d long known the effects his gray eyes and thick black hair had on women, and he suspected she wasn’t hanging around him for no reason.
“I’m glad I ran into you tonight,” Ivan said, his earlier concerns about work seeming so far away now that they were at the front door. “I’ve been meaning to thank you for your help last week. I realize I would’ve had to hire an entire team to catalog the collection if it weren’t for you.”
“Oh. It was really no trouble at all, Mr Masters,” she responded while he searched his jacket for the keys.
“It’s Mr Masters now, is it?”
His tone was light and playful, but as the lock clicked open, he felt a rush of familiar exhilaration. She may have seemed like a prude collegiate bookworm, but he got the impression much of that was just an act, and even if she wanted to pretend it wasn’t, there was no ignoring the fact that it was almost 1AM and she’d walked some four blocks in high heels to be with him.
Inside, the lights came up automatically to reveal a magnificent old foyer with vaulted ceilings, parquet floors, and a rustic stairwell spilling down to meet them. At the center of it all, a larger than life painting of a battlefield where a dark warhorse reared up from the ranks of fighting soldiers.
“This used to be my fathers place,” Ivan explained, lest she think he was some kind of psychopath, hanging up battle scenes on his own accord. But as an MFA student, she was unfazed.
“Military art is one of the oldest genres there is,” she said softly. “There’s the Trajan Column in Ancient Rome, the Assyrian Lachishs, hundreds of others…all very famous, all depictions of war. You could say that powerful men have always been keen to celebrate their conquests.”
“Is that right,” said Ivan, considering the painting anew. “Well there you go again, knowing more than me.”
Her cheeks flushed pink and she looked away, a nervous gesture which Ivan found suddenly so irresistible that he reached for her chin, turning her gently back to face him. Her breathing hitched, and she tensed a little, but when she didn’t withdraw, it left no doubt in his mind he’d read her intentions correctly.
“I could use your help outside of all this art-history shit too, you know.” he continued calmly. “I’ll be in Chicago for at least the next month while we get the policy underwritten and I’d like to keep seeing you. What do you think about that?”
She hesitated, her mouth slightly open as she struggled to gather her thoughts under this new pressure. “I think professor Beauregard would disapprove,” she said, her scholarship to the prestigious Art Institvte always at the front of her mind, but behind that concern, Ivan thought he saw the flash of a small, flattered smile.
“So don’t tell him,” he responded pointedly.
She didn’t seem to know what to say to that, but after a moment, fingers interlacing together, she asked. “Well, what kind of help do you mean?”
Ivan knew he needed to be careful. At any moment she could change her mind and go running off to tell her nerdy little art school friends god knows what about him, but he’d been right about her so far, so he decided to take the risk. With one step, he closed the distance between them, placing a hand on her lower back right where the fabric of the dress met her coffee-colored skin.
“You’re a smart girl. I think you must have some idea by now what I mean,” he leaned down to kiss her bottom lip, his teasing tone from earlier returning. “Don’t you?”
It was difficult to tell how much of her coyness was an act, and how much of it was real fear, but when she gave the barest of nods he kissed her again, more deeply this time, relishing in her taste, heat suddenly coursing through his veins. “I thought so.”
When he tightened his grip on her hair she let out a soft moan instead of pulling away, he raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you like that too, do you?”
Without warning, he slid his other hand between her thighs, hiking up her dress until he could feel her panties. She jumped when his knuckles brushed against the soft, warm, skin of her inner thighs, but he wasn’t about to let her go now, not when he could feel a small slick spot gradually soaking through the fabric.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, baby, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to earn that, and it could take quite a while,” he said, gripping her hair tightly enough that she suddenly grabbed his wrist with both hands.
“Ah- Mr Masters, that hurts-,” she protested.
“Alright. But do you want it to stop?” he asked, putting more pressure on the base of her neck until she began sinking awkwardly to her knees. At this, he switched to running his fingers through her hair, like he was rewarding a very obedient dog. “That’s a smart girl. Relax, this is why you’re here, isn’t it? I won’t tell anyone what you’re getting up to after class, if that’s what you’re so worried about.”
Whatever she had expected tonight, he could tell by her startled expression that things were moving much faster than they ever had for her before. Maybe she thought the night would end with a kiss, expensive wine and more sweet conversation, but he intended to show her that he had expectations, too. He thought of this as he unbuckled the belt of his trousers, watching her evenly for a reaction.
When she didn’t make any attempts to get up or leave, he unzipped his fly to expose the fabric of his briefs and the swollen outline of his cock underneath. Then, in one quick motion, slid his briefs down to expose his thick, hardenings cock in one motion. No going back now.
He stoked himself slowly, inches from her face. “You understand now, baby?”
He rubbed the head of his cock on her cheek before placing it between her lips, sighing gently when her tongue snaked out to give it a tentative lick.
“Good girl,” he praised, leaning forward as her lips parted further to accommodate him. The warmth of her mouth was like an electric shock against the cold air in the room, and it took every ounce of self control to keep himself from forcing every inch down her throat.
She was surprisingly skilled for how shy she’d seemed, but then, she was in college. She must’ve done this at least once before, and probably a few more times than that, if his judgement was anything to go by. He groaned when she cupped the base of his shaft, lightly at first, before tightening her grip and wending her tongue around the tip.
He decided that even at the risk of scaring her away he would push further. She might have appeared smart and innocent to the rest of the world, but he craved to be the one to shatter that image. Tightening his grip on her hair, he began to pump his cock deeper inside her mouth until he felt it jabbing the back of her throat.
“Stick your tongue out baby, so it goes deeper,” he said, massaging her throat with one hand until she coughed and a skein of drool trailed down her chin to his wrist. “That’s right.”
Her whole body tensed as she fought the urge to throw up, but he ignored this, working his cock steadily deeper, even as she grabbed fistfuls of his trousers and tried to turn her head away. She probably had expected him to treat her like everyone did pretty girls, buying her new scarves and fresh flowers to get her attention. He wondered what was going through her head now as he pulled her hair to get better access to her throat.
“I said tongue out,” he reminded as she teetered forward, off-balance, so that she was now fully on her hands and knees, his cock making the most delicious gluck, gluck, gluck sound as he fucked her throat. “Mm, god yes, just like that. Just like that. Good girl.”
He fucked her like this until her eyes welled with tears and she nearly wretched, after which she waved a hand at him and refused to open her mouth, breathing dramatically between bared teeth.
“What’s wrong?” he consoled, rubbing the head of his cock over her lips. He was still rock hard, but he could tell that she was having second thoughts so he changed tactics, rubbing her hair again. “I thought we were having fun? No? Alright, that’s OK. Don’t worry, I’ll drive you home…Just as soon as I finish…OK? Just open your mouth again for me and it will go faster. That’s right. Just like that.”
She seemed stunned by his words, maybe even by her own behavior, but the moment her lips parted he began stroking himself again, all his earlier concerns about work and his image seeming to dissolve in the throes of his lust. In that moment, she was little more than an object for his use and he seized the opportunity to grab both sides of her head and pump his cock hard and fast several times until he exploded, buried so deep in her throat that she had no choice but to swallow.
The sight of her kneeling on the floor with her dress askew and makeup smeared across her face was one he would remember for a long time, but it didn’t last. She quickly got to her feet asking where the bathroom was, and soon after giving him the address, he was driving her back across town in complete silence. A few times he glanced at her in the passenger seat, wondering if she would say anything about their little encounter to her friends, but then he thought better of it. None of them ever had before.
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*Authors Note*
hi all 🙂 these are my original characters that i have been writing about for a while, but only recently decided to start publishing some of it. i write from both of these characters perspectives, so if there’s any interest in this story i will definitely publish some more, with different POVs and scenarios from this “world”. altho i realize it is a little dark 😉 believe it or not, “she” has a name! lol!