The Diamond Club (16 page)

I tried not to smile too widely. I knew I was gorgeous—dark red hair in a charming pixie cut that framed my bright green eyes, hips that broadened just so below my tiny waist, and a bust and butt that were both perfectly shaped and sized for groping—but it was always nice to have my opinion of myself validated. “I hope I haven’t missed him,” I said, feigning concern. In reality, I’d be perfectly happy to spend the time with his…butler, or whoever this man was.

“You haven’t missed me at all.” His smile was sharp, and it made me weak in the knees, made me tremble in other places.

“Oh, you’re the Professor? I thought that he—or you, rather—were…”

“…older?” He chuckled, and it was like music. “A common mistake. Come inside; you may wait in my parlor for a moment while I prepare the texts.”

I nodded and walked inside. The rich interior of the house didn’t look as old as the exterior, though it was still antique. Dark wood lined the floor, made up the furniture. The room I was in had a fireplace with a crackling flame, leather furniture, and a low table in the middle that contained both a few stacked books and a small incense burner that was faintly smoking. I took a deep breath; the air smelled like sandalwood and pleasant musk.

“Here. I’ll just be a moment.”

I nodded as the man left the room, shrugged out of my coat and placed it on the back of the armchair; though it was nearly winter, the fireplace made the room more than warm enough.

After another minute, I removed my suit jacket as well, set it neatly atop my coat.

The incense continued to burn, never seeming to die down. The scent of it seemed to make me a little light-headed, though not in a bad way. It was almost like having a bit of strong wine; I wasn’t sure if it really was having a slight effect, or if it was only my imagination.

The minutes pressed on, passed. I was still alone in the room. At first, I tried to look at some of the books on the table, but none of them were in English, nor in any of the other three languages I read. Further examination got me nowhere; I felt as though I should at least recognize some of the engravings or illustrations, but I couldn’t seem to focus on them. Something was keeping me distracted…

A sigh as I sat back in the chair. I was about to close my eyes when I happened to look down and catch a glimpse of my chest. What I saw startled me—they were my nipples, pert enough to be seen through the fabric of my shirt and my bra, poking out even though the room wasn’t even the least bit cold.

I cursed myself; it was arousal that was distracting me. I shouldn’t have been thinking about Roman earlier; thinking about him, the way he felt inside me, that he used to make me all hot and bothered. It was annoying; I hated him, and he still turned me on. Damn him.

The next several minutes I spent desperately hoping the Professor would come back. I knew it would be rude of me to just leave, and I didn’t want to traipse through his house uninvited. He probably couldn’t even find the damn books I came for, I thought hazily. The incense must’ve been really getting to me. I hoped I wasn’t asphyxiating.

I was about to get up anyway to try to find him when a better idea came to me. The man obviously was going to be gone for a while, and I was alone in this comfortable room. And I wouldn’t be any good looking at what he did eventually find if I continued to be this distracted…

That was the justification that went through my head as I brought my right hand to my own stomach, slid it up to cup one of my breasts. My left hand soon followed to my stomach, but instead it went down. Down over my navel, over the smooth contours of my stomach, down underneath the top of my skirt, under pantyhose and panties themselves.

Normally I’d work myself up slowly, would try to make it last, but the professor could be back any minute, and I didn’t want to get interrupted halfway through. That always left me so dissatisfied. So I went directly for my center, slipping fingers past my outer folds and finding the firm nub of my clit. My finger rested alongside it and began to rub. God, I was already wet…

As though to prove this point, I shifted my fingers lower, pressed them experimentally inside of me. Yeah—I was definitely wet, my walls as sopping and as ready as though I’d been waiting for this all day. As I squeezed my breast again, working fingers over my nipple, my eyes closed, and my hips began to slightly work.

When I was like this, I was always oblivious to the world around me. My hips rose and fell of their own accord, working against the air and against the expert touch of my own hand. There was the sound of wet friction with every plunge in of my hand, and a small cry each time I shifted from fucking myself with my hand to rubbing my clit. I needed this release; there’s no way I’d ever be able to think without it.

And then that release came, and my body bucked violently into the hair, shouting with breasts bouncing, my hand coming to a sudden rest with two fingers still inside of me. The after-pulses shivered through me, each one eliciting another moan, another soft noise. Still content, still spasming within, I opened my eyes.

The professor was standing there in the doorway, his face enigmatic and his gaze dark. My heart raced at the sight of it—I could tell that he was looking at my body, that he was drinking in the sight of me. And since his shirt was off—though I couldn’t imagine why it would be, the why didn’t seem to matter—I returned the favor, gasping in a deep breath of scented air at his absolute perfection. He was muscled, skin and body flawless. Looking at him, I couldn’t help but move my fingers— what the hell was wrong with me?

“That took longer than I expected.” The professor strode over to where I lay, hips and hands still slightly moving despite myself. “Most of the time, it only takes a few minutes of breathing in that scent before…well, this happens.” He chuckled again, and it was even more musical than before. “It took you over half an hour. Your intellect is remarkably strong. You’ve passed the final test.”

He was standing in front of me, but I still couldn’t stop touching myself. My legs were spread, and though my skirt hid most of the sight, the silhouette of my hand was clearly visible, was clearly moving as my own fingers continued to fuck me. Eyes wide, I looked up at him. “I’m sorry, I…I can’t…”

“Shh. It’s all right Brianna.” The distance between them was so little that my calves brushed his trousers. “I understand. You can stop and make it up to me. “

“H—how?” The word was interrupted by a slight hitch in my breath as my clit began to firm again.

“Isn’t obvious, Brianna?” His lips twitched in a smile and his eyes met hers as he said, with absolute certainty and authority. “You can suck my cock.”

“I…” For a moment, I was offended, but then I realized that it made perfect sense. That was what I needed, that touch, his cock; that was what I craved. The thought of it was strong enough to pull me away from touching myself. I slid off the chair and to my knees, my hands moving up to deftly undo him, to pull him out of his pants.

He was well-endowed, and it was almost difficult to bring him inside of my mouth, over my tongue and to the back of my throat. But his hand on the back of my head guided me, made it easy to take all of him inside me. The sensation made me cry out, sending a buzz up the man’s cock, making his fingers tense in my hair.

Oh, he liked that—I could tell. And since all I wanted in this moment was to please him, I hummed, and the pressure of his hand grew more intense, the insistence of his rhythm more rapid. It wasn’t a typical blow job, full of careful caresses and gentle licks. It was a full on thrusting motion of my body, bringing him against the back of my throat again and again.

“Oh, this is good…” The man chuckled as I hummed. “…you were worth waiting for. You were everything he promised.”

At that, I paused, looking up at the professor. The slowing earned me a rough push of the back of my head. “Keep going.”

His words were a growl, and so I obeyed.

“Don’t…don’t be so surprised. He found you for me. He drove you to me.” The roughness became a gentle guide, a soft insistence. “You’re mine, Brianna.”

There was a brief shake of my head back and forth; I might not be able to stop what I was doing, might not be able to do anything but continue to suck and worship and service that cock I so desperately craved, but I knew I wasn’t his.

That couldn’t be…

“We’ve been together before, in each of your lives. You always come back to me.” His hips began to move, bringing him even deeper into my throat. “You’re such a good servant—it’s hard to find…” He paused, building, made a soft, low noise. “…someone as smart as you. As obedient as you.”

Another shake of my head as my sucking grew harder, as I tried to milk the obviously-delusional man with the sweet vacuum of my mouth.

“…you are. And as soon as you taste me, you will be. You’ll be mine as you were…” He slipped his hand from the back of my head to my cheek, his light touch contrasting with the almost violent movements of my body as every inch of my being tried desperately to bring him along, to spill his hot, glorious seed inside me.

“…you will be…”

He exploded in my mouth then, the warm liquid running down my throat, into my belly. It seemed to fill me, to radiate through me. My eyes closed, and I cried out myself, my body giving in a spontaneous second cresting. I shook and trembled and moaned as I came.
“…mine.”

The word was a contented whisper, and I could feel the truth in it. This man was my lover, now and forever. I would do anything for him. His touch made my skin sing, his command made my knees tremble.

His fingers stroked my jaw, my chin as I finally withdrew, moved back in to settle against his thigh, his wet cock softening against my cheek. I was perfectly content. I was perfectly safe. I was…

…his.

No Objections

It was a normal day for me. Same routine as usual: Wake up, go to The Diamond Club, get laid and then go home again.

At least that’s what I thought it would be.
Little did I know, that the law would become involved that day.

It began like it usually did, I was woken up by my usual 7:30 am alarm to have a quick breakfast before heading down to see if there was anything, sorry, anyone to do at The Diamond Club.
As I walked around looking for any ‘bait’, a man approached me. He was well dressed, as one would expect in this establishment, but he appeared somewhat out of place. His blue suit wasn’t the attire one would expect. He looked like he had just arrived here from a meeting of some sorts.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” He said to me “But you look like the kind of woman who would be able to help me out with this situation.”

I looked at him puzzled but also with interest. “What is it you need, exactly?” I asked him.

“Well, you see, I’m a prosecuting attorney and I am currently caught up in a murder case but I have no evidence or witness statements to support the case against the suspect!” his frail voice told me.

“So, where do I come into this?” I asked.

“I need you to pose as a witness. Pretend you saw the murder take place. I’ll tell you everything you need to know if you agree.”

I thought for a moment. I’d never done a prosecuting attorney before, or any lawyers for that matter. It could prove interesting.

“Sir…”

“Please, call me Ace. Ace Wrightworth.” He interjected.

“Well then, hi Ace, I’m Brianna. Tell you what, I’ll help you but it will cost you.” I said with my tongue out slightly.

He didn’t pick up on the hint. “Sure. Name your price. How many zeros?”

“The price will contain a few ‘ohs’.” I said, a little more saucily that time.

The smile dropped from his face. “What exactly do you mean?”

“Come with me.”

I took him back to my apartment. As we walked, I began thinking. Maybe I could covince him to help me sue Roman. Or better yet, get him convicted as well. He sure wouldn’t see that coming. I could get FullyDateable.com and all his money.

“We’re here.” I said as we walked in the door.

“You know… I don’t really think I want to-” he began speaking before I embraced him. I began by kissing his lips and worked my way down his neck, chest and torso before kissing the bulging area of the front of his pelvis. I looked up at Ace. He was trying to put on a worried look but I could clearly see that he was enjoying this.

I loosened his belt and started pulling down. His pants.

“Hold it!” He shouted at me “ I don’t think I can go through with this.” He began to pull up his pants again but I quickly pushed his hands away.

“Do you want your false testimony or not?” I threatened. He sighed and yielded himself to my touch. “That’s better.”

I removed his boxer shorts as well and I could see that already he was rock hard. I proceeded to put my mouth over him and slid up and down his long shaft. I looked up and saw that he was enjoying this, despite what he had said before. We both moaned in unison until it happened. He unleashed the white sticky fluid into my mouth I swallowed every last drop of it.

“Are…. are we done now?” He said.

“Not by a long shot.” I replied.

I pushed him down onto the ground and began to remove my clothes. I could see that he was already getting hard from the sight of me. I squatted down over his large shaft and prepared to push it inside of me.

“W-wait!” He interjected “What if you get pregnant?” He looked genuinely concerned about this matter.

“Don’t worry. You’re not the first guy I’ve done. I can deal with this problem.” I always had a pack of pills wherever I went.

“You sure?” He asked. In reply I simply slid down his throbbing shaft. He was bigger than I expected but nothing I couldn’t handle. I continued up and down at a steady pace, the wet noises of flesh on flesh filled the room along with moans of pleasure from both Ace and I.

“Ah… ahhh…. ahhhhhhh….” Ace moaned. “I think…. I’m gonna…. AHHHHHHH!!” The fluid shot from his shaft inside of me. The feeling was so great that I felt myself orgasm as well. We then both laid there on the floor and waited for sleep to come.

“Hey, Ace…” I said.

“Yes, Brianna?”