Conspiracies Ch. 09

Sauer paused, unhooking his glasses from his pocket and putting them back on. "If you don't think you're getting paid enough we can fix that."

"When has that ever worked on me?"

"Fine. Don't let her get in the way of what you have to do."

Oliver came back to AJ alone with two drinks in his hands. She was still sitting in the crimson chair, curiously eyeing the busy room and its noisy inhabitants. He put the drinks, a glass of whiskey and a glass of deep red wine, down on the glass table.

He plopped down in the chair next to her, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and bringing one to his lips. He offered one to AJ as she began to sip at the bitter beverage. "I've been so focused on getting you naked I never thought to dress you up," he said, eyeing the stockings clinging to her shapely legs and the pearl string thong. "Sit on my lap," he demanded, motioning her towards him.

AJ didn't hesitate, the closer to him she was, the safer she was in a place like this. He turned her so she was facing him, straddling him in the winged chair. He slouched, letting her settle on his lap. As he took a deep inhale from his cigarette, he smiled and said excitedly, "Come on, give me a lap dance. Be cute for me."

AJ looked at him helplessly. "What are you waiting for?" he said impatiently, taking a sip from his drink.

She shrugged and replied with a hint of embarrassment in her voice, "I don't know how."

Oliver laughed. "Tease me, move your hips like this," he said, setting his drink down and putting his hand on her hip, guiding her. He dropped his hand from her when she started to pick up the motions herself, circling her hips over his and holding herself up by the arms of the chair.

Oliver reached his hand up and playfully flicked her nipple, sending shivers along her spine. She winced and dug her nails into the velvety chair. As she started to grind her hips against his, feeling his cock thicken through his pants, she realized she wasn't teasing him. He was teasing her.

When Oliver could see the blush come back on her face, he moved his hand between her legs and felt the heat emanating from her. He pulled her panties to the side and stroked his finger along her slit. He didn't even have to put his finger inside of her for her messy fluids to coat his hand.

The moment his fingertips grazed along her excruciatingly sensitive pussy she was rendered useless. She sunk into his hand, clutching his white shirt and ignoring any urge to resist.

Oliver happily obliged, slowly dipping two fingers past her tight opening. Quiet moans left her lips as he began to slide them in and out, drawing more lust from her body, an ache that was quickly growing.

Her back arched as she lifted her hips, spreading her legs as much as she could in the chair to take everything she could get. She pulled at his shirt, falling into his chest as his fingers curled and pushed.

Oliver could feel her heartbeat, her body pulsing and spasming around his fingers. The louder her moans became the faster he thrusted, reveling at her desperation and the warm juices gushing between her legs.

As her body started to swell on the edge of release, Oliver slid his fingers out. AJ pulled his shirt tighter, the sudden absence turning the pleasure into an indescribable ache. "No, wait," she whimpered, lowering her hips to meet his hand again. "Don't stop," she begged, sinking into him.

She would say anything, do anything just to have her thirst quenched, to feel the rush he nearly pushed her to. She reasoned with herself that she could be embarrassed later, that getting off trumped the urge to keep her dignity.

When she heard laughing next to them, she turned to see the two Swedish gentleman who apparently had never moved. Both were staring and making comments she couldn't understand. She looked away as if hiding her face would make her invisible.

Oliver snickered at her shame, feeling her legs start to quake. He put two fingers under her chin and tilted her head back to meet his gaze. "Tell me how you want me to fuck you," he said in a low tone.

AJ didn't know how to answer. Mustering up the ability just to admit she wanted it was horrifying enough. Having to answer exactly how she wanted was worse on a whole new level. All she could do was shake her head, refusing to answer in any other way.

Oliver tugged on one of her pigtails, making her squeak. "I can fuck you right here in front of everyone, or I'll bring you somewhere and you can tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. I know you think about it. So tell me and I'll do it."

For a moment she did consider it, but she was too ashamed to vocalize anything. When he didn't get an answer he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. We'll do it how I want."

AJ's eyes nearly bulged from his quick turn of attitude. She started to panic as he lifted her from his lap, taking her hand and walking through the noisy crowd. They pushed past the clumps of people to the far hallway.

He led her to the smoking room he had brought her too during their last visit. To her relief no one else was occupying the room this time, they were all alone. The fireplace was lit, casting shadows that dance upon the wood paneled walls and hung oil paintings. Oliver brought her to a vintage couch sat in front of the crackling fireplace.

"Come here," he said impatiently, taking her arm and settling her bent over on his lap. He positioned her hips in front of him, her legs dangling and head down. He barely gave her time to adjust before laying his hand sharply down on her shivering backside.

Her body lurched and the air left her lungs from the force of the slap, leaving a red print stinging on her skin.

"Have I been spoiling you too much?" He asked, tugging at the pearl thong. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and peeled them down her ankles. "Just because I'm being nice doesn't mean anything has changed. You're still my pet, I own you. I control you."

He raised his hand and brought it back down, striking her skin with his palm. She whimpered and clenched her fists as she tried to endure the strength behind the spanking.

Despite her whimpering and wiggling on his lap he didn't stop. Each slap was sharp and swift, leaving crimson marks and raised welts wherever his hand landed. Only when his hand contacted her dripping slit did he stop, causing her to gasp and twist in agony.

Oliver looked at the moisture that coated his palm, giving a devilish smirk. "Fuck, so desperate for attention, aren't you."

He picked her up from his lap and sat her down on the soft rug between the couch and the fireplace. "Lay back," he commanded, slouching on the couch and shuffling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

AJ did as he told, laying back on the rug. The heat from the fireplace was comforting, but her lower half being so openly stared at was mortifying.

Oliver lit his cigarette and kicked her trembling legs apart. "Touch yourself for me," he said, a little cloud of smoke oozing from his mouth.

AJ winced. She rarely did that herself, and when she did, she used a toy, not her fingers. This was exposing an act that was too intimate. Making her willingly humiliate herself was the worst he could do. Even though it seemed like such a mild harmless task, it struck her with a new kind of shame.

"Hey," Oliver hissed, spreading her legs further with a kick of his foot. AJ squeezed her eyes shut and did as he told before giving him a reason to scold her more.

She nervously brought her shaky hand between her legs. The slick fluids that had dripped and spread on her legs made her sick. There was no way of convincing him she didn't want this with her body reacting so strongly.

"Put a finger in," he commanded, watching intently as he smoked.

AJ nervously dipped her finger along her soaking slit, letting it slip in past her tight opening. It felt strange to her, soft and hot. She could feel her body pulse around her finger, exploring the smooth walls that felt so foreign to her.

"Now put in another," he said, keeping her legs spread. AJ groaned and put her middle finger in to join her forefinger. She could feel herself stretch around them, making her whimper and curl her toes against the rug.

Before her body could completely adjust, he said, "One more."

AJ obeyed, struggling to push a third finger inside of her. She could only make it halfway before stopping, her body unable to conform. She shook her head, squirming and arching her back. "I can't," she cried, her legs starting to fold together.

"Yes you can," he growled back, giving her legs another kick.

AJ took a deep breath and gave one last try, managing to push all three fingers inside. When Oliver was satisfied with the mixture of horror and desperation on her face he chuckled and said, "Okay, you can stop. So tell me, do you want me to fuck you?"

AJ nodded her head, panting and gently sliding her fingers out of herself. Now she was mad. It felt like he had been teasing her forever. She just needed to finish, feel that incredible release she was so close to. She wanted it to all be over. The shame, the teasing and tormenting.

"So how do you want me to fuck you?" Oliver asked, putting his cigarette out in a crystal ashtray next to the couch. "Do you want me to bend you over, or fuck you against a wall? Or do you want to get on top of me and ride me yourself?"

A wave of relief washed over her. Finally the teasing would stop, this was it. She rolled onto her stomach, lifting her backside high in the air and pressing her face against the rug, eager for the attention she had been waiting for.

"Hey, not so fast. Beg for me," He said with a devilish grin.

AJ turned, kneeling in front of him. "Please," she mumbled, looking away.

"Please what?"

AJ snapped and whined, "Why do you do this?"

Oliver leaned back and snorted. "Excuse me?"

"Why do you humiliate me? And make me do all of this, this embarrassing stuff?"

Oliver's amused expression turned into a devilish smirk. "Because I like the look on your face when you beg for me. I like knowing how badly, how low you would go just to be fucked by me. And, well, I do it because I can. So beg for me."

AJ reached out and pulled at the leg of his pants, pushing aside her dignity once more. "I need it, please, I can't wait anymore," she repeated, her frustration taking control.

Oliver chuckled and said, "Fine. Kiss my foot, then you can turn around and bend over."

AJ immediately bent down, pressing her lips against the leather of his shoe. She was beyond ready, she was so close. She turned and bent over, arching her back to the fullest and thrusting her hips out to him.

Oliver got off the couch and kneeled behind her, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants to free his hardened cock. Once the head touched between her legs she backed up, too impatient to wait any longer. She was done asking and begging, it was time to take what she wanted for herself.

He grunted as she pushed herself onto his cock, taking it completely in one thrust. "You're so greedy," he chuckled, letting her buck her hips back into him. The comment didn't register in her mind, she was too absorbed in the satisfaction of finally getting what her body had been screaming for.

The excruciating ache turned into an overwhelming burst of euphoria and bliss. Oliver laid a hand on her upper back, pressing it further into the rug while using his other hand to keep her hips aligned with his. Her motions were becoming wild and clumsy, her lust drowning every thought other than feeding the scorching flames inside of her.

Oliver kept her in place while she bounced against him as fast as her body would let her, taking it as deeply as possible. He was completely infatuated with her enthusiasm. Other than keeping her steady, there was no work needed on his end.

He closed his eyes as she buried him inside of herself, her body spasming and tightening around his cock. He grasped her hips and pried her off of him, flipping her over. He couldn't hold himself back from releasing a hot stream of pearly fluid on her face.

"No!" AJ growled, clutching his shirt and yanking him closer. He grunted from the unexpected pull, landing on his hands and trapping her underneath him. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing his cock inside of her again.

Oliver groaned and let her thrust herself against his cock, pulling his shirt tighter the closer she got to her fulfilling her body's desires. When her muscles started to give, he wrapped his hand around her waist and began pumping himself inside of her with the same energy she had been putting into it.

AJ's eyes rolled in the back of her head as her legs tightened around his waist, keeping his cock trapped inside of her pulsing pussy. Broken moans between sharp gasps were forced from her lips as her orgasm finally took hold.

Oliver tried to unlatch her from of him while she squeezed and squirmed, but her legs were locked around him. He grunted and burst inside of her unexpectedly, taken aback by her aggressive behavior.

After what seemed like an eternity, AJ finally loosened her legs, slinking down onto the rug. Oliver slowly pulled his cock out of her, letting the warm fluid to spill out of her.

He sat back on his heels, watching her groan and tremble on the rug. "Wow. You really wanted me, didn't you?"

AJ propped herself on her forearms, pouting and trying to wipe the white fluid from dripping down her lips.

"Nope," Oliver said, batting her hand away. "You're staying just like that."

AJ looked up at him with a look of horror painted on her messy face. Oliver took her hand and pulled her up. "Let's go," he said with a smile and led her out of the smoking room.

As they walked through the hall back to the ballroom, AJ became painfully aware of the sticky substance dripping down her legs. Each step she felt a little more ashamed.

Once they were back to the ballroom they walked back to where they had been sitting earlier. Sauer was still sitting with the two Swedish gentlemen who had been drinking and observing the mass of people walking and talking about. To AJ's surprise a girl who looked quite similar to Kitty was standing behind him, rubbing his shoulders while he puffed at a half-smoked cigar.

AJ tried to stay behind Oliver, but Sauer could see the white streaks on her face and thighs. He snorted and between long drags said, "That's a good look on you."

AJ's face burned at his crude comment and she clutched Oliver's shirt, hiding behind him. Oliver said goodbye and shook the other two gentlemen's hands. AJ was shocked to hear Oliver speak Swedish. She wondered why on Earth he would know that. It didn't seem like the most useful language to learn, but apparently it was.

She stumbled behind Oliver as they left towards the other hallway leading them to the front foyer. She tried to stay invisible, but the mess of fluids on her seemed to attract some attention and laughs.

She tried to ignore it, convince herself no one could really see her, but it was painfully obvious they all could.

They stopped at the end of the hall to the room with the bar wrapped around the walls. Her clothes were neatly folded and sitting on the bar, just as they were during her first visit.

Oliver reached around the bar and snatched a roll of paper towels. He started to carefully wipe her porcelain skin, cleaning the mess he had made on her. He dabbed the fluid off of her cheek and tossed the dirty paper towel on the bar.

He tugged at one of her pigtails and said, "Hm. You don't like these, do you."

AJ shook her head, looking aside. Oliver chuckled and started to pull the ties off, freeing her from the tight pigtails. He gently ran his hands through her hair, taming it as best he could without hurting her. "There. Better?"

AJ nodded her head and took her clothes, hurriedly putting them on. Oliver bent down and pulled the white stockings off of her legs. Even though he had done his best to clean her off, she could feel the stickiness of where the substance had been.

Once dressed Oliver looked down at her and smiled, putting two fingers under her chin and tilting her head back to look at him. "Let's go home."