What did Jackson mean about not being a gentleman?
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I woke up in the dead of the night from a dream featuring Mr. Stone front and centre. He had been carrying me to a bedroom except this time when he got there he was going to tear my clothes off. I was so relaxed and warm and then I felt the wetness between my legs. Even when I was asleep my body wanted him. I rubbed my eyes and wondered what the rules were about touching yourself in your boss's mansion.
Just as my fingers were straying down my naked body I heard a noise down the corridor. It sounded like metal scraping on metal. There was a soft clang as someone set down a heavy metal instrument and then I heard ice-cubes against glass.
I slipped out of bed and found the silk robe I worn from the bathroom to the bed. I wrapped it around me and then eased the door open. The corridor was dark with only tiny indirect lights providing any illumination. I padded barefoot towards the door that stood ajar at the end of the corridor, doing my best to be absolutely silent. It was easy given that I was naked except for the silk robe and it made no sound at all.
I reached the door and peered in. The room was dark except for the coals of a fire glowing in a grate. A fire-poker stood next to it. That was what I heard. As my eyes adjusted I saw Mr. Stone was sitting on a chair to the side of the fire, a glass in his hand.
And he was looking right at me.
"Why don't you come in, Ms. Neri?"
I cinched the robe around me and pushed the door open as though I had every right to be there. I had been sleeping and he was the one who was up drinking scotch or whatever. Then again, it was his house.
"What are you doing?" I asked him as I walked over and then I stopped in place, my witty joke about never drinking alone dying in my mouth. Sitting on the table in front of him was a white shirt, my red lipstick mark glowing like the fire. It was the one he'd been wearing the first day I'd toppled into him.
I frowned and looked at him but he wouldn't look at me.
"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe," he said. He swallowed half his scotch and glanced up at me. He looked like he was about to say something else but then he just let out a frustrated breath and sat back in his chair.
I walked around the lounge with his eyes following my every step. I stopped out of arm's reach and looked down at him.
"Why isn't it safe?" I said, trailing my fingers down my body. He followed every touch as I brushed my fingers down my collarbone, across my breasts and down my curves.
I saw him look down at the red lips printed on his shirt and a look of immense pain swept across his face.
"I ... I want you to punish me," I said, and turned on the spot. The robe was short already and like my skirt from earlier in the day it seemed to want to ride up at any moment. I knew he could see the bottom curve of my ass.
I faced him and almost started at the look in his eyes. If I thought he'd looked hungry before now he looked like he'd consume me whole. I saw he was gripping the arm of the chair with his free hand. The other was around his glass, the ice-cubes gently clinking as he breathed heavily.
"You have no idea who I am," he said finally.
I stepped away from him and around the table, closer to the fire. I could feel the heat radiating through the silk robe and when I looked down the robe was see-through, lit from behind. I reached down to the edge of the fire and picked up a tiny piece of cold charcoal in my fingers. I brought it up to the robe and smudged a dot over my left nipple.
"Oops, I'll have to take this off," I said and slipped out of the robe. It slid to the floor and then I was there in front of him, completely naked. I threw the coal into the fire and stepped towards him. He had put his drink down and was now clutching the arms of the chair with both hands. All I could hear was his breathing as his eyes roamed up and down my body.
I leaned forward and reached out with my hand to press a dot of charcoal against the front of his pants. For a moment I felt his hard cock under my finger and when I pulled my hand back he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
He stood up, holding my wrist in his hand, a wild look in his eyes.
"You'll have to take them off," I whispered.
Time stretched out and I saw he was fighting a battle with himself. Pull me close or push me away. It was just a moment but it was filled with pressure and then he suddenly pulled me towards him, his mouth on mine. He wrapped his arm around my back and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. I melted into him, moaning and as I opened my lips our tongues met, hot and wet. He bit my lip, a sudden nip and with the twinge of pain came more pleasure. He let go of my wrist and cupped my sex, his middle finger almost sliding inside me.
The kiss became kisses. On my lips, my neck, up to my ear. He nipped my ear and the pain wrapped itself in pleasure. It was like a line of fire from my earlobe to his finger in my pussy.
"You want this," he said and bit my earlobe again.
I looked into his eyes and saw lust, fire, pain.
"I want you," I answered and he pulled me towards him like I weighed nothing.
His hands were everywhere all at once. He gripped the back of my neck and tilted my head back, kissing my neck and then taking a nipple in his mouth. I tried to reach for him but he pushed my hands away. He twisted each nipple and then put his hot mouth over them. I gasped at the pain and then melted with the pleasure. Somewhere between his kisses and slaps on my ass his shirt was off and I was running my hands down his chest and body. He was toned and powerful and I stroked down his body, across the line where his abs met his hip and tried to grab for his belt. He pulled my hands away and grabbed my hair in one hand. He pulled off his belt and dropped it to the floor then took a condom out of his pocket. He released my hair and glared at me with such ferocity that I knew better than to reach for him. I kept my hands at my sides, gasping for my next breath. This seemed to please him and he smile briefly before dropping his pants and underwear to the floor.
I'd felt it for a moment, imagined it a hundred times more but now his erection was in front of me, hard and throbbing. The tip was wet with precum and all I wanted was it between my legs. He ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled it down his cock causing me to moan in anticipation.
He reached for my hair and pulled me around the table and over to the lounge.
"Turn around and bend over."
My body was already half bent over before I had a chance to think about it. All I wanted was to obey. And disobey.
I bent over and put my hands on the arm on the lounge. My ass was high in the air and I felt him behind me.
"Yes sir," I said and lost my breath as he impaled me. He slid into me, his thick cock stretching me out. I felt a shock to the core of me and then another as he withdrew and pushed forward again.