Who's The Boss?

I still won't look at him so he scoots closer and uses one hand to lift my chin so I am forced to look at him. "It wasn't your fault. You know that right?"

"You became the scapegoat for all that went wrong and you were blamed for something that was not your fault. Have you talked to anybody else about this?" When I shake my head no he just sighs and rests his forehead against mine, moving to press his hand against the back of my neck so I won't move away at his touch.

"Well, I'm glad you did. I always knew that there was more to you and I always wanted to know what it was. Have you mentioned anything to any of your other boyfriends about the abuse or miscarriage?"

"I only had one other one but it lasted six months before he broke it off because I wouldn't have sex with him. I never told him anything though."

"I'm the only other one who knows besides your family and Steve's?"

This time he pulls me closer to him so I'm almost in his lap, my head resting against his chest. I nod my head against him and just let him hold me. It had been so long since I had been touched and I found myself enjoying it and him. He wasn't quite so bad when he wasn't at work and I liked this side of him.

"Please believe me when I tell you that you are incredibly smart and sexy and to hell with anybody who thinks otherwise."

"Thank you, Michael. I appreciate that." I raise my head to find that his face is close enough to kiss. My eyes search his and when I find nothing but kindness, I raise my hand to rest it against his stubbled cheek.

"Take what you want from me, Amy," he whispers as he cradles the back of my head with his hand while pulling me closer. His lips are so soft and warm when they gently touch mine and I hear myself gasp in surprise before I tentatively kiss him back.

"I won't hurt you, I promise," he whispers against my lips. I want to believe him but I'm still not sure what I want to do. If things went any further, I'd be breaking my rule of mixing business with pleasure.

My thoughts are whirling through my mind as I try to absorb all that has happened. I'm still not sure why I told Michael about the baby or my ex but I feel closer to him than I ever had with any other man and I want to feel good again. I'd had sex a handful of times over the years but the guys had always done what they wanted and didn't really care if I got off or not. At 32, I was still fairly inexperienced with men and sex and had never found my voice to express what I wanted in bed.

"Stand up," I whisper. He takes my hands in his as he does so we are both standing. I glance down at his suit jacket and he realizes what I want before I say anything, slipping it off of his shoulders and down his arms before tossing it across a nearby table. I'm biting my lip, wondering what to do next when he takes my hands and lays them on his chest, his warm hands staying on top of my cold ones.

I stand on my toes, glancing up at his eyes before I look at his lips, pressing mine to his. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes drift close, enjoying the simple touch. Michael doesn't make a move so I decide that I'm going to just go for it, moving my lips against his and feeling his response. I pull back briefly to look at him again, and when I don't see hate or even sympathy, I close my eyes and press my lips back against his. My tongue flicks out to run across his bottom lip as I reach one hand up to run it through his thick hair, pressing his head closer to me so I can deepen the kiss. When our tongues finally meet, I feel his arms slip around me to press me closer to him so there is no space between us.

"I want you," I whisper against his lips.

"Then take me," he whispers back, pulling away to look at me. In an instant I know what I want and pull him with me to the bed, pushing him back so he is sitting on the edge and I'm standing between his spread legs. His hands are resting on my hips, waiting for my next move when I move back to kiss him. My hands find the buttons of his shirt and I work my way down until I have to pull the tails out of his pants. I make quick work of his shirt until he is sitting there bare chested. My hands roam, feeling his coarse chest hair and working lower to his flat stomach. While he is not muscular, it is obvious that he keeps himself in shape.

My hand brushes against his erection so I pull back from his lips to glance down. I can see that his pants are tented and decide that I want to taste him. Dropping to my knees I work to unbuckle him and get him freed from his pants and underwear, then make quick work of his shoes and socks before tugging everything off of him so he is left naked in front of me.

My thoughts try to intrude but I quickly push them aside and just think about what is going to happen. I move to get closer to his cock, looking at the way it juts up from his body at an angle, the tip glistening with precum and his balls hanging low and full. It's not large but it's slightly thicker than the scant few that I've had and my pussy gives a pulse at the thought of him entering me.

Without a word being spoken, he leans back on one hand he has placed on the bed behind him while the other gently pushes into my bun. I realize what he wants and reach up to pull the pins out, letting my curls cascade down my back and over his hand then focus my attention back on his cock. I'm not good at giving blowjobs but I think that he won't mind so I run my tongue from the base up to the head, tasting him as I move back down. Michael spreads his legs wider so I can move closer and I repeat the process, moving my tongue up one side of his cock and over to the other, tracing veins as I go.

My tongue flicks over his balls, making him groan, so I do it again. Over and over I run my tongue up around his rubbery head then back down to suck his balls before I sit up on my knees to take him into my mouth. I want to feel him slide down my throat and I slowly work my way down, holding him with one hand while I brace myself on his leg with the other. I feel my hair being pulled back into a loose ponytail so he can watch me suck his cock. I glance up and meet his gaze as I move up and down, coating him with my saliva so I can slowly jack him off while I suck him. His eyes close as he throws his head back and groans.

My pussy pulses and I feel myself getting wet but I'm still not sure what I want and I keep thinking about what we are doing and how wrong it is. I'm breaking my own rule and I think that things could get very complicated if we go much further. But then again, it was going to be pretty hard ignoring the fact that I had seen him naked and I was kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock. I stop moving my head and hand and sit back but he seems to know where my thoughts are headed and untangles his hand from my hair to cup my chin so I am forced to look at him.

"Stop thinking and just feel, Amy." I stare at him until he cups my head in his hands, gently pulling me up as he stands with me. I very rarely get this unsure of myself and just wish that I had never asked him to my room because I wouldn't have put myself in this situation.

"I won't hurt you...I promise. But if you want to stop, we will, okay?" I nod but still say nothing and look into his eyes. I trust him but I can't get out of my head to let myself enjoy anything and find it ironic that even now I'm a disappointment.

"I have an idea," he says, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"What?" I finally manage to say.

"You trust me, right?"

I answer without hesitation, "Yes, but..."

"No but's. You trust me and I think you know that I'm not going to hurt you."

He pauses until I nod my head before he continues.

"What do you think about being blind folded? I want you to feel but I don't think that you will if you can see me. Make sense?"

I consider what he offered and find that the idea is growing on me. I'd never done anything like it but I had heard that it was incredibly erotic.

"Okay," I say.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

Michael kisses my forehead again before moving away to my open suitcase. I watch him sift through until he finds a silk scarf I had planned on wearing tomorrow, striding back over to step behind me. His arms brush mine as he moves until I see the scarf in front of my face. I take a deep breath, eyes closing, briefly nodding to let him know that I am ready before he ties it around me head.

"Are you still okay?" he asks.

"Yes."

His fingers trail down my arms and I feel him lean down to kiss my bare shoulder as his fingers travel back up, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin. "Trust me," he says into my ear before moving away from me. I don't know where he went and turn my head, trying to hear his movements before I feel his hands on my shoulders again, making me jump in surprise.

He pushes me back until I feel the bed hit the back of my legs and I'm forced to sit back on it. I scoot myself up further and feel the bed dip a second before he straddles my thighs. I reach behind me to brace myself and feel my dress and bra being slipped off of my shoulders and down my arms, forcing me to lay back on the bed with the restriction of not being able to move.

His mouth finds my neck and lightly sucks before biting me, making me yelp in surprise. His tongue leaves a wet trail up to my ear and traces the edge of it before moving back down my neck to my shoulder, biting down again. He repeats the process on the other side and I feel my pussy getting wetter.

He lifts me up enough to slip my dress and bra completely down my arms before pushing me back onto the bed. The force takes me by surprise before I feel his mouth sucking on my left nipple. His tongue swirls and his teeth nip while he holds my arms out to the sides so I can't move to stop him but each pull on my hard nipple is making me forget why I was so reluctant to continue before. The pleasure is mixing with pain as he sucks harder and bites down. My heart is pounding and my breaths are coming out in pants, not knowing what he's going to do to me but not caring while he continues to work on my breasts. He finally moves to the other one and treats it like its twin while he slowly releases my arms, testing to see if I'll move away from him.

When he realizes that I'm not going to move, he moves to roll my nipples between his fingers and works his way lower, trailing kisses and bites down my stomach. He pauses long enough to loop his fingers into the waistband of my panties and I lift my hips so he can pull them down my legs with my dress.

He settles between my legs and when I move to put my legs over his shoulders, he stops me by pressing my legs apart and again says, "Trust me." I keep my arms where they are but my hands clutch the bedspread and my hips buck up when he sucks my clit into his mouth and I let out a loud groan.

His tongue runs from my clit down to my ass and back again and I know that he is tasting my juices. His teeth sink into my clit and I let out a loud "Fuck", my back leaving the bed with my hips. I've had my pussy sucked before but he is pushing me farther than I've been sexually and I am more turned on than I've ever been in my life.

Michael continues his assault on my pussy, alternating between sucking my clit and lapping at my pussy. I feel his fingers push all the way into me and his tongue tracing circles around my clit, my orgasm getting closer and closer. His fingers thrust up into me hard and fast now and I can actually hear how wet I am with each thrust.

He surprises me when he pulls back and I feel my face turning red in shame and disappointment, thinking that I had managed to turn him off when I feel his lips touch mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth to kiss me. "You taste so good," he says before kissing me again and this time I concentrate on how I taste. It's a bit tangy but sweet at the same time and I am finding myself getting turned on even further.

His fingers continue to dip into my pussy and to pinch my clit while his other finds my neck and lightly squeezes. I know he's not going to hurt me but his touch scares me and I try to pull away. "Trust me," he says again and I know that I have to at this point because I have no idea what he can do.

He kisses me again and I feel his cock brush against me when he moves, my senses on high alert at not being able to see what he is doing.

He moves lower to my breasts and bites down on one, and then the other just as my pussy explodes. My breath catches but I can hear my heart pounding in my ears when he presses harder on my throat and I start to see stars before he lets up on the pressure and I scream his name, not caring who can hear at this point. It feels like my whole body is cumming and my pussy is on fire as I gasp for air and thrash around, seeking relief from his relentless fingers but wanting more at the same time.

This time he doesn't stop me when I wrap my arms around him and pull him to me for a wet kiss as my pussy slowly returns to normal and my screams turn to pants.

Still not saying a word he moves so he can position his cock at my pussy entrance and in one thrust sinks all the way into me. "Fuck!" My pussy is still sensitive and each thrust makes me groan and call out his name in pleasure.

"Michael...please..." I beg, not knowing what I want but knowing that I want more of his cock.

"What do you want?" he asks, nipping at my ear lobe and then sucking on my neck.

"I want to suck you," I manage to get out in between particularly hard thrusts.

"Then suck me," he says and pulls out of me, rolling over next to me. I still have the scarf tied around my head so I have to feel with my hands where he's at and then work my way down his body so I can kneel between his legs without crushing his cock and balls.

His legs spread wider so I have more room to work and his hands find my head to guide it to his cock. I can smell myself on him as I get closer and then my lips are on his cock head. I suck it in and swirl my tongue around then sink my mouth all the way down, my lips flaring to take him all in. His low "Fuck" tells me I'm on the right track and I repeat my movements, moving up then all the way back down.

My fingers move lower to tickle underneath his balls and I realize that he's letting me do what I want to him so I move my fingers lower to his ass and then back up. I'm listening to his moans and looking for direction as to how far I can go. I want to please him like he did me and, while I'm not sure he'll like his ass played with, I decide to go with it.

I reach underneath me to gather up some of my own juices to coat my fingers then bring them back to his ass and lightly rub them around his puckered hole, feeling his feet come up to rest on my back to give me better access to his ass. I continue sucking his cock while one finger starts to probe his ass, feeling the resistance give way at each gentle push.

I slowly work my finger in and out, every so often reaching up to catch some of my saliva that's dripping down his cock and balls for some lubrication so I don't hurt him. "Fuck, Amy. That feels so good. Keep sucking my cock, baby."

His hands work to loosen the knot at the back of my head and the scarf comes off, making me blink at the bright light before I glance up at his face. His eyes are slammed shut, his mouth forming silent words at each push of my finger and swirl of my tongue on his cock.

I work to add a second finger and pump his ass, concentrating on moving my fingers with my mouth in tandem. I feel his balls tightening against his body and know that he is close to cumming.

My mouth lets out an audible pop when he pulls me off of him and my fingers are released from his tight ass a second before he pulls me up his body, crushing my mouth to his before rolling me over onto my back.

"Get on your stomach," he says and he is on top of me before I can fully extend my limbs. His knees slip between my legs as he settles on top of me. His cock finds my pussy and again he sinks all the way in with one thrust, making me gasp in pleasure. He buries his head in my neck and his arms wrap around my chest while he pumps into my pussy. I know he won't last long so I let him go at his own pace and hear his pants in my ear as he gets closer and closer.

At the last minute he raises his torso off of me and braces himself on his arms to really get into his thrusts. I glance behind me and see the sweat running down his face, his eyes find mine and I feel him start to cum inside of me, sending another small orgasm through my pussy.

His thrusts slow down until he is barely moving at all and I feel a kiss on my shoulder before he rolls off of me and collapses besides me.

I'm still on my stomach but rest my head on my folded arms and turn my head to look at him. He catches my look and rolls over onto his side, propping his head on his hand and running his fingers down my spine, sending goose bumps across my skin.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks me, holding my gaze to judge my reaction.

"No."

"Are you sure? I got pretty rough."

I think for a minute before answering, "I think that I was scared at not knowing what you were going to do but, no, you didn't hurt me. I never thought sex could feel that intense. Thank you, Michael."

"Sex feels as good as the partner you're with. If you have a bad partner, which I know you've had, then it isn't good. But, if you find somebody that respects you and wants only to make sure that you experience all the pleasures they can give, then sex can be incredibly intense and intimate. By the way, I never would have thought you were into anal play with a man. You continue to surprise me, Amy," he says with a wink.

I smile back at him but I know that my cheeks are burning at his words. I had never thought about anal play but after what he had done for me tonight, I had only wanted to give him the same amount of pleasure.

"What time are you leaving in the morning?" I ask.

"I actually changed my flight to match yours," he says and then laughs when I jump up in surprise.

"You did what?" I ask.

"I'm on the same flight. Don't look so offended, Amy."

"I'm not. I just thought that I had planned this trip out but apparently nothing is going like I planned," I say and sit up so I'm sitting with my legs crossed, naked as the day I was born but not caring.

"Who's the boss now?" he says before pouncing on me, making me laugh.