“Oh, I told him I’d think about it,” he said with a wry grin. “Never tell the customer ‘no’.”
“But,” he assured me, “he is not getting his wish. Even just a few of the things he mentioned wanting to do would make tonight’s little stunts seem like nothing more than practice.”
He frowned, and added, “I know your rules, and we’ve had too much fun with you at our parties, and are going to get too much new business due to your talents, to jeopardize our relationship.”
I would have liked it if his refusal to let Garvey have a second go at me was based on, you know, caring about me as an actual person, rather than a financial calculation. But hey, he was a CEO, and the correlation between CEOs and sociopaths is rather high.
But either way, I was glad he was respecting my rules. Although, as always, there was a part of me that was curious about just what kinky stuff ole Garvey had in mind. And, a part that was a little excited. I was confident that Eric would shake his head and look at me sideways when I told him about Garvey, and my fascinated speculation about what Damon didn’t even want to tell me he wanted to do. Eric thinks I get too carried away sometimes with my fantasies, that I’m maybe just a little too willing to explore my limits. I have to admit, sometimes he’s not wrong, and I probably count on him more than I should to rein me in.
Damon began unbuttoning his dress shirt, and said,”Speaking of fun with you…”
He took his time undressing. I lay there, still tied down with Garvey’s cum pooled under my ass, waiting to be fucked again. Sort of anxiously waiting. While Garvey had gotten me warmed up, I was far from satisfied.
The Roped Up CEO was tall, six-foot-five at least. I vaguely recalled hearing that he’d played basketball in college, at a good school, and seeing him naked I could believe it. The years as a prosperous businessman had added a few pounds, but he was in surprisingly good shape. And, in addition to a higher percentage of sociopaths for CEOs versus the general population, they also tend to be taller than average.
He didn’t untie me, but he did take the time to remove my ball-gag before climbing on top of me and plunging his cock into my waiting pussy. Once in, he began fucking me hard and fast. His cock was bigger than Garvey’s, and he truly knew how to use it on a girl. He was fucking me like he couldn’t wait to get to the finish line, and I was making loud “uhhh, uhhh” noises of pleasure each time he’d drive into me.
The seeming urgency of his fucking turned out, happily, to be an illusion. After a few minutes of the energetic fucking he was giving me, he was breathing hard, but hadn’t slowed down one iota. While Garvey had barely gotten me off the starting line by the time he came, Damon had managed to get me from zero to sixty in a couple of minutes. I felt the tingling warmth of a building orgasm, and was confident I’d get there this time.
Damon was working up toward his orgasm as well. He’d been holding himself above me, in a push-up pose the whole time, but now he shifted to hold himself up with just one arm. This left his other hand free to play with my tits. He started by just pulling on my nipples, and rolling them between his finger tips. It felt good, but he knew he was just teasing me.
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