IRE Scoville Scale: Sinfully Satisfying

















Dana knocked on the door to the penthouse. Her attire, a sophisticated slate blue sheath dress and black heels, blended nicely with the opulence of her surroundings of The Rothschild. She studied every detail of its interior for later reflection; heaven knows she’d never be able to afford one night in this place on her income. She checked the dangling diamond earrings he’d hand picked and delivered to her for this occasion. He spared no expense. She corrected a stray curl just as the gentleman’s manservant opened the door opened and ushered her inside. Their shoes clacking on the marble floor sounded like gunfire cutting through the erringly quiet penthouse. The manservant opened the door to a dimly lit study where a tall gentleman stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking out over the ink black ocean below. Dana heard the door close behind her. Not having been acknowledged, she dared not move from the doorway where she stood rooted. Her eyes roamed over the tight physique that filled his expensive black Italian suit and his muted reflection in the window afforded her a brief glimpse of his facial features. He turned to her; his green eyes sparkled over his alluring smile. For a moment, Dana wondered if she had the right penthouse. A handsome man like him could easily bed any woman of his choosing. Why had he chosen her?


“I’m Dana Sanders.”


“I know who you are. Come in. Sit.” he gestured to the sofa. His voice was heavier than believed it would be, the kind of voice that could spark a collective panty drop amongst rational women.


Dana stepped into the room. Her eyes swept over the suite as she settled in her seat, taking care not to sacrifice the hem of her dress to the viciousness of her pointy heel. He sat in a chair across from her and made small talk until her nerves subsided. Before long she was genuinely comfortable in his presence. Considering she didn’t even know his name, this was a miracle.


“I have one request,” he stood.


“Oh, don’t worry,” Dana said hurriedly. “Be assured, none of this will pass my lips.”


He smiled down at her and said lowly. “I know you won’t say anything.” he offer Dana his hand and led her into his bedroom. “In the closet you’ll find clothing, a gift. Put them on, only them on, and meet me in the study.” He must have seen the concern in her eyes because he walked over to her, reached gently around her head, and slowly one by one unpinned her hair until the tight curls brushed her neck. “Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands.”


Dana’s stomach performed circus flips but she managed a faint smile for his benefit. Satisfied, he nodded and took his leave. The door closed behind him. Dana went to the closet where a finely wrapped box sat on the dressing table. Tentatively, she looked behind her then cautiously opened the box. Carefully, she unfolded the scented silver paper and lifted a soft sheer cheek length “dress” in a delicate shade of blue from the box. The slender straps led to a plunging neckline and little else. She smiled to herself; there was no doubt what he had in mind.


She laid the dress aside and removed a pair of black strappy stilettos and a small black lace thong from the box. He’d thought of everything.


Dana slipped out of her clothes and hung them neatly, then poured the new outfit over her curves and turned to look in the mirror admiring the way the fabric flowed over her beautifully, as if it had been made specifically for her. Well, there’s nothing left to the imagination with this little number, she wagered examining her round bottom peaky from beneath hem; perfect for bending over. Exchanging shoes, she stood once again and checked herself in the mirror. She was stunning and the shoes made her long coffee legs look a mile long. He definitely knows what he likes, she thought and sauntered back to the study where he sat relaxing in a leather wing-back. Dana stood a few feet in front of him while he inspected every inch of her, or so she thought. In truth he was observing the nonphysical depths of her beauty. His jaw twitched and he sighed slightly, exasperated. His silence eroded Dana’s cockiness.


“Are you deliberately disobeying me?” His tone was a pinch icy. “I asked you to only wear what was in the box.”


Dana did a quick inventory of her attire. What had she missed? Her heart leapt when he stood, closing the distance between them. She watched his hand come near her temple—he brushed her hair back and caressed her earlobe.


“You forgot about these, Dana. They weren’t in the box—I sent them to you earlier.”


“I’m sorry. I must have misheard you… I was distracted…”


“Shhh,” he hushed her and gently removed her earrings and placed them on the side table before taking a seat on the sofa. “Sit beside me. I want to discuss my expectations” Dana sat demurely and he continued. “I’m not insensitive and I’ll treat you fairly. However I expect my instructions to be followed to the letter and unquestioned. I hope in time you’ll learn to trust me. Obedience has its rewards, Dana. I’ll deny you nothing—everything I have is at your disposal. Nevertheless, disobedience warrants punishment. Is that unreasonable?”


The warmth in his eyes caught Dana off guard. “No, it’s…it’s not unreasonable.” She snatched the words from her throat.


“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He rose and took her hand bringing her to her feet. “Now, I’m going to punish you. Stand by my desk. If you behave, this will be over in no time, then we can carry on with our evening.”


Nervousness anchored Dana in place trying to determine if he was indeed serious. He removed his jacket and rolled his sleeves to the elbow. Yep, he was serious! She complied and stood at his desk awaiting his instruction as he crossed the room towards her. He circled behind her; still she didn’t move though she felt his eyes combing over her.


“Bend over the desk and place your hands behind your back, please.”


Dana’s eyes sprang open, not entirely sure she understand what the hell was about to happen! “Wait. What? I don’t understand...”


“What’s there to understand? I asked you to bend over the desk and place your hands behind your back. It’s pretty straight forward, really. Wasn’t I clear?”


“No…I mean yes, you were clear.” Her voice shook nervously as she leaned forward until she lay flat against the cold wood, and placed her hand behind her back, keenly aware that her bare bottom was exposed to him. Her eyes darted to her left when she heard a drawer open and close from behind. His hands touched her wrist and she jumped, immediately offering an apology.


“Don’t apologize. You’re nervous.” He bound her wrist with ropes of woven silk.


“Will it hurt?”


“You or me?”


“Me.” Dana replied with a slight pout. Who cared if he was hurt!


“Yes, I suppose it will. It’s certainly not going to tickle.” He finished his binding with a tiny bow. “There,” he lifted her dress over her waist. “Spread your legs and push your bottom towards me.” He found her hesitation adorable. “Don’t be afraid. Just do as you’re told.”


Dana sighed and inched her legs apart and wiggled her bare ass towards to him, then teasingly peeked over her shoulder for his approval.


“Very good.” His left hand slowly caressed her inner thigh and whispered, “Further please.” she obeyed. The smooth skin of her ass burned under his palm. “I’m going to touch you.” His fingers drifted between her legs, “I’ll be gentle.” The closer he moved leg, the more her lower lip trembled and more ragged her breathing became, calming only when he touched her lips. They both exhaled a sigh of relief. Oh fuck, he mouthed, feeling Dana’s wet lips softly suck his fingertip. It was the most exquisite feeling he’d known.


Dana closed her eyes, forcibly trying to compose herself yet willing him to continue.


“Do you enjoy teasing men? Do you want them fantasizing about touching you here?” His finger stroked inside her pussy.


“Oooh…” she panted a convoluted retort; unsure what the correct answer was. “No. Yes. Um, maybe...no, definitely, yes…” she stammered buying time while his finger drove her insane. Confused, maybe. Horny, without a doubt.


“I thought so. You don’t fool me, Dana.” Her wetness ran down his hand. “Teasing men gets you off, doesn’t it? Why’s that? Because you’re a horny little slut?”


For some reason, the way he said slut sounded like angel to Dana’s ears. “Yes.”


“Yes what?”


“Yes, I enjoy teasing men because...” She paused the sodden sounds emanating from her pussy edged her to orgasm. “…I’m a slut.”


“Yes, you are, sweetheart. It’s good you recognized it. Sadly, little sluts deserve spankings not orgasms.” He removed his finger and slapped her fanny.


“No, don’t stop.” Dana insisted. No luck. He kissed her on the cheek.


He smiled. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”


“Yes, I am.” She said defiantly, though she realized she wasn’t going to have her way. “What are you going to…”


“Don’t scream.” He ordered before his hand abruptly came down with a hard smack on her ass.


Dana’s eyes widened and her body stiffened by the sudden impact.


“Relax.” He crooned close to her ear. “Remember, don’t scream.”


Dana nodded, and lurched forward as his palm found their target over and over again. Her legs quivered and she bit her lips, struggling to keep her audible whimpers to a minimum. Semi-nude, bent over a desk being spanked by a man she hardly knew while her pussy leaked like a faucet…no, this evening had definitely taken its own trajectory. She gave small short gasps, mentally begging him not to stop.


He had no intention of stopping. Watching her ass jiggling helplessly under his command was a treat unto itself. In his excitement, he smacked a little too hard and Dana cried out. “I said no screaming.” He hissed, catching Dana’s panic-stricken eyes.


“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. That one hurt.” She sounded poutier than she thought humanly possible.


“I didn’t mean to hurt you; only to correct you. Nevertheless, I expect you to follow my directions.” He unfastened and removed his slacks and boxers.


“I understand.” She inhaled sharply when she felt his hand slipped between her thighs and slowly exhaled when his finger dipped between her pussy lips once again, staying only long enough to extract her wetness and circle her clit.


“You naughty whore.” He reprimanded her with a smack on her ass. “You’ve gotten my hand all wet, Dana.” He smacked her ass and fingered her until she came uncontrollably on him.


Dazed and unsure how to responded, she declared shaken from her orgasm, “Sorry…I…didn’t”.


“You dirty slut. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. Is that what you want?”


“Yes,” she conceded modestly but in her head she was screaming ‘Oh, hell yeah!’


He leaned her further forward and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her glossy brown lips. “Don’t cum without my permission. Do you understand?” he gripped her aching cheek.


“I understand.” She affirmed, knowing there was no way in hell she’d last more than a few minutes.


He used the head of his cock to play with her slit. “Look how wet you are, Dana.” His cock parted her lips, shivers race through their bodies as they become one. Inch and inch, he probes deeper. “Oh fuck…” he moaned aloud, straining to calm himself. If heaven had a backdoor, Dana tight pussy was it! The way it fit perfectly snug around him and stretched to accommodate his girth was hypnotic. He could watch his pale cock ebbing and flowing between her beautiful glistening lips for the rest of his life and not feel slighted in the least.


“Uhhh!” Dana groaned hoarsely and tightened around his cock, sending wet slurping sounds into the hushed room with each undulating thrust. She needed more; harder, faster, deeper…but she dare not ask fearing he’d stop. Her nipples hardened against the desk, her clit bayed for attention—irrationally, she wished there were two of him; one to fuck her rhythmically while the other licked her clit….goodness, her whoredom had reached its zenith! He swept her hair to one side and kissed and sucked the side of her neck—his own shortened breath betrayed his primal need for her.


Primal indeed. What was better than fucking a beautiful woman you barely knew over your desk so hard that she begged you to pound her harder and make her your bitch? Love, maybe, but that would come later. He stood straight watching his cock glide in and out of her pussy, so wet and greedy he was mere seconds away from cumming.


“Oh God, fuck me…” Dana plead quietly, legs trembling. He gave her ass a firm smack. “Don’t stop.”


“Don’t be such a slut, Dana.” He landed another smack, not missing a beat. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her backward just enough to cup her supple breasts and fondle her nipple, still thrusting deep inside of her. “You like having my cock inside you?” he hissed with a smack!


“Yes,” Dana replied unevenly, feeling her orgasm building. “Please, let me cum.” The deeper he thrust, the more her ass bounced against him.


“Don’t cum,” He drove harder into her. “This is what happens to disobedient sluts who tease me.” Smack! Fresh pleading cries streamed from her lips. Smack! Smack! “Am I gonna to have to fuck some patience into you as well? You’re turning out to be a handful. Maybe I should rethink our arrangement, Dana.” He bent her forward onto the desk again.


“NO!” she ardently protested anything coming between her and his cock. “No, I’ll be good.” She felt him swell inside of her, he was close.


“Damn it, woman! You feel so good.” Dana,” he moaned, landing another smack! “Tell me you love it, Dana. Tell me you love fucking me.” Smack! “Tell me.” Smack!


“I love it! I love your cock! I love being your whore!” Dana heard herself proclaim reverently. “I’ll be good. I’ll be bad. Damn it, I’ll be whatever the hell you need me to be—just fuck me!” Clearly, this was her pussy chanting because her brain had slipped into hibernation mode following the first slap on her ass.


“That’s it. Now you’re ready.” Smack! Seeing the sheen of her juices covering his cock drove him mad. Faster he thrusts and felt her tighten around him. “You’re trying to cum, aren’t you?”


“Yes, please…just…oh shit.” She panted.


“Damn Dana, you slut, you’re gonna make me cum” he gripped her hips and plunged into her carelessly. “Tell me you want it.”


“I want it! I want you to cum in me. Make me yours.”


“My what, Dana? Say it!”


“Make me your whore. Cum in me, please!”


“You first,” He stroked deeper. “Cum on me.” Her walls pulsated, sucked, and throbbed until his cock surrendered its contents deep inside of her, sending tidal bolts of euphoria spiraling through his veins. Slowly he fell back into himself, satisfied that he’d given what she demanded.


Once they recovered, he untied her wrist and led her to the bedroom where he undressed her as though she were a priceless masterpiece. In his eyes, she was. Dana sat at the foot of the bed removing her shoes; he insisted she leave them on and lie down. That’s more like it, Dana thought as she inched further onto the bed with him moving over her. She made room for him between her legs. They lie face to face, he staring down at her, she staring up at him. They studied one another almost juvenilely, as if this were the first time they’d seen the other. Dana ran her hand through the back of his hair and brought his lips to hers; brushing over them softly, timidly tasting him. Then and there, as he hovered above her with smiling eyes, Dana ‘saw’ him. His eyes weren’t darkened with lust and desire. No, it’s something tangible; something far beyond her expectations. He moved her hair away from her face and returned her kiss and slid inside of her once more.


Dana draped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and exhaled. They became lost in each another one sensual thrust at a time. Their hands never seemed to settle in their desperate attempt to consume the other’s essence—if just for a moment. Dana’s fingers laced their way through his dark hair, pulling him deeper into her kiss and dissolved under his weight. A sudden charge of pleasure shot through her and her breaths came fast and short. Her orgasm approached, she felt it building in strength rendering her mute—her eyes locked on his. His strokes were measured and steady, pushing her closer and closer.


He kissed her slightly parted lips. “Do you want me to cum with you?”


Dana nodded as best she could. His cock was merciless between her legs.


“Will you stay with me?”


Again, she nodded.


He whispered onto her lips, “Please, cum.” The words barely escaped his lips before his own release claimed him. Breathing heavily, they rode out their orgasms before he collapsed on his back beside her and stared up at the ceiling in amazement. “Oh my giddy aunt, you’re good!!”


Dana struggled to free her words ensnared in her throat. “What in the hell just happened?”


“I don’t know,” he looked over at her. “Wilhelm Rothschild, by the way. Guess I should’ve introduced myself before we…well, you know.”


“Nice to meet you, Mr. Rothschild.” Dana paused cautiously then asked, “Why me? Of every woman out there, why did you choose me?”


“Because,” He smiled and averted his gaze before looking up at her bashfully. “….the day I saw you working behind the counter at the bookstore, you looked so tired, worn out. And, at the risk of sounding like an egotist, I made you the offer because you didn’t give me a second glance.”


“I didn’t give you a second glance because, honestly, I don’t remember you.” Dana laughed.


“Then why did you accept my offer? Leave everything behind and embark on a year long ‘relationship’ with a man they’d never met, no strings attached in the end….most women would have bolted. Why’d you accept?”


“Haven’t you ever wanted to be someone else, just for a little while?” He needn’t answer. It was written on his face. “I’m tired of being ordinary and playing it safe. To be honest, up until now my life has been incredibly dull,” She gazed across the room. “I didn’t want to grow old without taken a leap, and doing something unexpected,” Her eyes fell on him again. “We don’t know one another. But no matter how tedious our lives become after this, we can look back on this year knowing that we’ve lived and there’s another person out there who chuckles when they think back on our recklessness. And…” she smacked her lips. “….your attention made me feel special. Someone I’d never met thought that I was pretty and deserved flowers just because it was Wednesday.”


“You really didn’t know who I was?”


“No, I still don’t know who you are. But I prefer it this way. I don’t want to know about your past just yet. I want to get to know you from this point on—this will be a year long adventure for both of us. We’re starting over with a clean slate. If we want to correct mistakes from our past, or take a different path, or hit the ‘restart button’ now is the time.”


“You’ve given this some thought, haven’t you?”


“Yeah,”


“Just so we’re clear, sex wasn’t the reason I extended the offer. It’s a bonus. We don’t have to sleep together. It’s like you said, this will be an adventure…with someone special.” He grinned back at Dana. There was a comfortable silence. “Do you think you’ll be happy with me?”


Dana thought for a moment then said truthfully. “Yes, I suppose. I won’t be unhappy.”


“Good,” he kissed her and rolled over. “Now, shut your trap and go to sleep. You have an early morning.”


“Goodnight, sir.” She smiled and threw her arm over him, snuggling into his back.


He covered her arm with his and kissed it. No strings attached my ass, he thought to himself.