The Introduction Ch. 02

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"If you keep your mouth open like that the flies or something else will get in." says Claudette with a smirk on her face, her eyes are smizing, which to those of you who do not watch America's Next Top Model is smiling with your eyes. I watch. I have even dated some of them and one of those models is in my thirty.

I realize that I am still sitting gaping at her. I can't believe that she's here in my office. I gather my wits and remember who I am. I want this woman on her knees sucking my dick. I want her begging me to fuck her. I am not some slave to a woman; she is a slave to me. My dick jumps reminding me that I am the master here. "Calm down boy." I whisper so she cannot hear.

Standing I smile warmly at her. My dick does a dance. My boss, Robert Douglas comes behind Claudette. He has been staring at her ass. Right now, I envy him because she has a fine ass and I would like to be standing behind it. "I see you two know each other, Ms. Casey is thinking about bringing her business to us. We are going to have lunch to discuss. She would like you to join us."

Claudette smiles at me and gives me a wink. Her voice is sultry and smooth as she turns to Robert and says, "I'd like to discuss what you have to offer me." As she says this, I feel as if she is directing this towards me and I blush. Luckily, her back is to me. Robert leads her away and my dick starts to deflate a little.

My best friend David who works two offices from mine comes over to my office. David is a 6'2" brown haired guy who looks older than his 31 years, but very handsome with dimples that all the girls' find very attractive. All of my mates are good-looking guys. I like the competition. We take bets on which one of us a certain girl will go for in a bar.

David is open mouthed as he says, "Who is that beautiful woman? My dick got hard the moment she walked onto the floor. Every man in here and a few women are watching her. Stan, he almost fell over looking at her ass and Barry, he went into the men's room and I don't think he went in there to pee."

I laugh and then I smirk. "She's a friend of Samantha's. I went to a party at her house. I'm going to lunch with her today."

"Shit man you've been holding out on me. Is she single? Does she do white guys? Hell I'd be on my knees kissing that ass in a minute. She makes JLo look like a boy. You had better hope our boy Marvin doesn't see her. He will make a bee line for that skirt." David says.

I am a little worried about Marvin. He's a really good-looking black guy and a friend. He used to be a basketball player and an underwear model. He's tall and chocolate colored. The women around here all fall over him. He's currently dating a supermodel from Sweden with long legs and long blond hair.

I get a phone call from Robert's secretary, an older woman named Catherine who says that lunch will be at one. We are walking over from the Financial Center at the World Trade to the Palm restaurant.

It is a mild March day and I'm glad that I don't have to wear a coat. Claudette is wearing a light white coat. I can see her longs legs and her feet encased in those Christian Louboutin nude pumps. I know all about women's shoes. I make a notice of everything women wear because I do dress the women I go out with. If I find something I like I buy it and send it to one of my thirty. They are all so grateful, so very grateful and spend lots of time on their knees or on their backs or even better with their ass in the air.

I can't wait to see what she has under that coat. My dick jumps at the thought. I open the door at the Palm for her and she smiles at me. "Thank you." She says with a slight nod of her head. My dick jumps again. Damn what is this woman doing to me?

I help Claudette with her coat and as I turn back from giving her coat to the coat check my dick jumps and stays stiff. Down boy, I say, but the dick just salutes at me and says, no way. She is gorgeous in a nearly backless fuchsia Valentino lace dress. How I long to run my hands down her back. I start thinking about baseball, basketball, soccer and it is finally thoughts of golf that make my dick go back down before I am very embarrassed.

We have our meeting. Claudette is a smart executive and much richer than I could have imagined. She's a billionaire and counting. She is Oprah rich and wants to be even wealthier. She has great plans for her money and I have realized she wants power. Claudette does not want to be President, but she wants to control the President. Claudette wants to buy small companies, keep them in tact and just make a few changes just enough to turn them into a big company. She has some smart ideas and it will be my job to implement them.

We are sitting in a booth and she is sitting next to me, my boss across from us. We have had our lunch and are having dessert when I feel her hand touch my leg. I freeze as she lightly runs her hand up my leg. My dick rises immediately. I keep talking but all I want to do is cum. Just as quickly, Claudette removes her hand and I am left with a hard dick that now refuses to go down.

Claudette smiles sweetly at me. The bitch is making me mad with all this teasing. I finish my presentation and excuse myself to go to the men's room. I manage to bring the old boy down, but I know the moment I return he will rise his head again. What the fuck is this chick doing. Who the hell does she think she is? Before I return to my seat, I call Chloe and tell her that we will be having dinner at eight at my house. She is so excited that I just have to laugh.

I manage to make it through the rest of lunch with my dick staying calm. I get Claudette's coat and help her on with it managing to run a finger up her back. She doesn't even flinch, but my dick does. Her skin feels so soft. I want to feel that skin and kiss it.

We walk back to the office. Her Bentley is waiting out front and I open the door before her driver gets out. She slides in and says to me, "There are a few more things I'd like to go over with you. Robert." She says to my boss, "Would it be possible for Mitch here to come to my house day after tomorrow with the papers for me to sign?"

My boss looks at me. I can clearly see the disappointment on his face. He had hoped she would ask him to come. "Yes, he can be there?"

She reaches into her purse that she didn't have with her in the restaurant and pulls out a card that she hands to me. "This is my New York address. Please meet me there on Thursday at 6." She says coolly. I just nod, close the car door and watch as her driver drives away.

Robert and I walk into the building. On the elevator, he says to me, "Make sure you get this account Mitch. It's important. If you get this, there is a promotion in your near future. "I nod and he grins, "She's a damn fine woman. I'm happily married, but I'd give my left nut to fuck that sweet pussy."

I grin broadly; my proper boss never talks like that. So it's not only me she's having an effect on.

Marvin is waiting in my office with some papers, but I know he has heard about Claudette. "Hey Mitch, how was lunch?" he says raising an eyebrow.

"Lunch was great. I got this one in the bag." I say with a smirk.

Marvin grins, "So what is Claudette Casey like?"

I smile, "She makes my dick jump." Marvin nods, "Wanna bet I can get to her first?"

"Nah man, I got this one. I'm invited over for her to sign the papers. I plan to hit that." I say.

Marvin laughs, "Ever been with a black woman before?"

"No, but she's got a pussy and I can always get there." My grin is broad.

Marvin really laughs, "Let's make that bet, because she ain't gonna be that easy."

We make a wager. If I get her to sleep with me on Thursday then I will give Marvin my two tickets to the Super Bowl next January. If Marvin wins then he will give me his tickets to the World Series. In addition, whoever wins also gets a bottle of very expensive champagne we both want that costs about $5,000.00.

We shake hands. I got this and I am not worried.

I arrive home at 7:15. I cook, but not tonight. I want to eat and fuck so I order from a restaurant that knows me. I now Chloe likes lobster and I have a porterhouse. The table is romantically set and I have a nice bottle of red wine. I feel a kind of responsibility to Chloe since I was her first, so I want to treat her nice.

A few weeks ago, I ordered a beautiful red negligee for her, which I lay out on the bed with some red-heeled slippers. She will change into this before dinner. I change into a pair of red sweat pants and a white tee shirt. These pants really hug my hips and I have several pairs. I am wearing sandals on my feet. Every week I have my nails and feet done. I believe a man should always look good for his woman and I do.

I check the drawer in my bedroom and tonight I take out the condoms. I also take out the vibrator and the lube because of course I'm going to fuck that ass. In a locked closet, I take out the paddle and a spreader bar. I have to get out my frustrations about Claudette. I'm going to use Chloe, as I want to use the black woman who is frustrating the hell out of me.

Chloe arrives early. She is dressed in a short skirt with a blue print top and a black trench coat with the sexiest five-inch rain boots. It's raining and her Burberry umbrella is wet. I kiss her chastely on the mouth, take her umbrella, and put it in the stand. Chloe strips off her coat and drops it on the floor. She throws her arms around me and I take them off. "Pick up the coat Chloe." I say my voice menacingly. She looks surprised.

She does not say a word but picks up her coat which leaves a puddle on the wood floor. In my mind I could not' see Claudette doing this. I take her coat and leave her standing there as I hang it in the bathroom. I bring back a mop and hand it to her. Behind my back, I hold the paddle. "Clean the floor Chloe." I order. Chloe looks scared but does as I ask. I go behind her and taking the paddle, I swing it, hitting her on her skirt clothed behind.

She jumps. "Ouch, Mitch, I'm sorry." She says and stops mopping.

"Chloe, keep mopping. Clean up the mess you made." I say going behind her and unzipping her skirt. She keeps mopping as her skirt falls to the floor. "Step out of the skirt." I say and she does but she keeps mopping.

"Stop mopping, but hold onto the mop." I say and I take the paddle and hit her on her butt that is still encased in her panties. She moans. I run my hands down her back and to her panties that I rip from her body leaving red angry marks on the side of her thighs. She gasps but still holds on to the mop as I pick up the paddle and start paddling her ass. Chloe holds on to the mop as I paddle her behind.

Tears are streaming down her face and I Chloe is holding onto the mop and trying not to scream. Finally, I stop paddling her. Her ass is red. She lets out a choking cry and I scoop her up into my arms. The paddle drops and I carry her into my bedroom laying her on her stomach on the bed. I turn off the lights. She is sobbing. I get onto the bed and grab the lube.

I am angry, but not at Chloe. It is Chloe however, who will get my anger. I lube my dick and her ass getting on top of her with one thrust I am in her ass. Chloe screams and I start fucking her hot to the touch ass. "Take it. Take it all bitch. You tease me and don't deliver. Take all of my cock in that ass."

She is trembling and I take her arms lifting them over her head as I fuck into her ass. "Please Mitch, please." She sobs.

"Please what cunt!" I say not even seeing her. I'm thrusting harder and harder and she's crying. I'm fucking her brutally and seeing Claudette underneath me. This woman is turning my world upside down and I cannot take it. I have to have her.

I realize in a brief moment of clarity that I am hurting Chloe. I stop and carefully pull out of her very sore ass. I kiss her back and her spine. She is whimpering like a little dog and I am ashamed of myself. How I ever let someone get under my skin like this.

Getting off the bed, I go into the bathroom and return with a wet cloth and a bowl of warm water. Carefully and tenderly, I wash her. She is bleeding slightly from her asshole and I clean her.

I place the bowl and washcloth on the floor. Chloe has turned to her side and is in the fetal position. She is still crying softly. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. "Chloe, I'm sorry. So sorry I hurt you. I've had a bad time at work today and I guess it went to my head.

I turn her over. Her mascara has run and her face is streaked. Her eyes are closed and she is saying nothing. Again I get off the bed and take the bowl and washcloth back to the bathroom. I run a bath for her. When I return she is sitting up. I sit down next to her. She is looking at her hands and I lift up her chin.

Gently I kiss her and she responds. "I'm sorry I dropped my wet coat on the floor." Chloe says to me in a barely audible voice. I move a strand of hair from her face, "no Chloe, I'm sorry. I let things get out of hand."

She looks up at me, "Mitch, I liked when you paddled me. I also liked when you fucked me like this. I deserved it. I've wanted you to be rough with me and..." She stops talking.

I am astonished. Yes, I wanted her as one of my little pets, but I thought it would take time. Chloe moves and gets on her knees. "I want you to be my master. I've been reading all kind of things about BDSM and I was hoping that you would teach me."

"Chloe." I say, "You don't know what you're saying. I think that this has all been too much for you."

"Mitch, uhm, Master, I want you to teach me. Paddle me, whip me, do whatever you want and I will just ask for more. Yes it hurt, but I want it to hurt." She reached up to stroke my face, then let her hand drop. "Use me Master; take out all your frustrations on me. Whatever is bothering you, use me."

I am floored and start to speak, when the phone rings. I take my iPhone from the table and look at the number. I don't recognize it and I answer, "Mitch here."

"Hello Mitch. I was just calling to confirm for tomorrow." Said the sultry voice on the end. My dick did a jump and Chloe starts to lick my balls.

"Hello Ms. Casey." I sigh.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She purrs.

Chloe was now sucking my cock. I looked down at her. "No nothing at all." I say, as Chloe starts sucking and slurping on my dick.

I am trying desperately not to moan. This voice and not Chloe is bringing me to the edge.

Claudette laughs, "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow evening. Please don't forget the papers. Goodnight Mitchell." She says and hangs up.

I set down the phone and grab Chloe's head and start fucking her face roughly. She has been practicing on a banana or a dildo or something because she is much better and I use her mouth, her lips and as I cum, I choke her with my cock and envision Claudette on her knees sucking me.

Chloe gets her bath. I talk to her about what her being my slave means and that first she must learn to be my submissive. I tell her I want her to think about it for a week and I will also think about if I want to train her.

I have had five submissives in my life. I ended all the relationships. The thirty do what I want when I want at a time and place I choose. Having a submissive is like having a small child who works very hard at pleasing you. It is an obligation and I didn't know if I wanted to take on the responsibility of having a submissive. I had decided that I didn't. Now I'm not so sure.

Claudette is bringing out in me something I haven't seen in two years – the very dominant side of me. The side that wants to control everything about the person I'm with. From what she wears to what she eats. This side of me hasn't want to raise his head and now I'm thinking about it...with Chloe.

I am not Christian Gray from that book. I am not fucked up from a cruel childhood. I've always been this way. I've always been in control and I do like my women pliant. The five subs I have had – one got married and has two children, another one had a master and was very happy. Another one is getting her doctorate and the fourth is pregnant and living with another man.

The last one, Emily. I was falling in love with her and knew I had to get rid of her. I don't like to think about her. She lives in Los Angeles now with her sister. She hates me. She has a right to. I not only broke her heart but her spirit. I pay for her therapy and her schooling.

Maybe this is what I need to get me out of thoughts of Claudette. I wash Chloe and dry her body. I dress her in the red nightgown and lay with her in my bed. I leave her there while I return to the bathroom and shower. I hold her in my arms, not making love to her the rest of the night. In the morning, she gets dressed, kisses me and leaves.

I block all thoughts of Claudette Casey from my mind and work hard all day. Finally, it is time for me to leave for dinner. Marvin comes to my office and reminds me of our bet. Robert comes by and reminds me of the contract. David comes by and tells me to tap that. I grin and tell him that I plan to.

I take a town car to a townhouse on sixty-Third Street. "Damn." I whisper under my breath. I can only hope to have a house like this someday. This place must have cost at least thirty mil, I think. I get out and walk up to the black door that is painted black. Before I can ring the bell or knock, the same butler I saw in Connecticut opens the front door.

He escorts me in, takes my coat, leads me into the foyer and my heart drops. I thought we would be alone. There are about twelve other people milling about. I see Claudette talking to Morgan Winthrop and she walks over to me.

"Come and meet everyone Mitchell." She takes my arm and I feel a current run through us. Claudette raises an eyebrow and I know she's felt it too.

She introduces me to everyone in the group, but the person who peeks my interest is Mrs. Stephanie Stone, widow of the lawyer, Steven Stone with her new bride Anna Stone and her husband, Brian.

Stephanie Stone is a very attractive woman, but she's no Claudette. Also, she seems to be very much in love with the two people she's with. I chat with Mrs. Stone and give her my card. She is a quite wealthy film director and her wife is a stunner. I don't disrespect married people but that Anna is gorgeous. As I chat with Stephanie from the corner of my eye, I keep watch to Claudette.

She is laughing at something a man named Tony has said. Her head is thrown back and her laughter is tinkling in my ear like bells. Again, there is a wonderful dinner and I am seated between Stephanie and Brian. The conversation is lively.

After dinner, there is dancing and drinks with a band. Claudette interrupts my dance with the beautiful Anna. She takes my hand and again the electricity charges between us. She leads me to her study. I had forgotten I was here to get papers signed and remove them from my leather folder that I have left on a bench in the foyer.

Claudette goes over them. Her attorney's already made changes and she just checks to make sure. With a flourish, she signs her name and hands them back to me.

Claudette sitting behind her desk crosses her legs and stares at me. "So Mitchell, now that I've signed what do you intend to do for me?"

I go around her desk and stand in front of her. "I will work very hard on your account Ms. Casey."

"You and I both know that's not what I mean." Claudette uncrosses her legs. She reaches out a hand to touch me. There is a knock at the door.

Stephanie Stone comes in. "Sorry Claude, Anna, Brian and I are going home. I wanted to say good night and thank you for a wonderful evening."

The spell between us is broken and I scoop up the contract as Claudette stands and breezes past me to hug Stephanie. I watch her ass as she walks Mrs. Stone out the door. It is a really fine ass. For a moment I wonder what she would have done. Would she have taken out my prick? Would she have sucked me? I have to find a way to see her again.