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“Derek, trust me, I can handle this.” “I don’t know Raven. I am to manage his messages, his calls…” He looked at the small pile of messages written on paper in her hand. Raven tried to not roll her eyes at his concern. Good lord it was just phone calls. Not like Benedict didn’t get enough of them at his office, he takes all of these here at his home? She put the papers in the sweater front pocket, which hit her at her hip. She pushed up the loose thick black glasses, thinking it had been easier to come up with the nerd/ Amy from Big Bang Theory then to deal with Derek.



“I will give him the messages, I swear. First thing.” She walked toward the stairs at the front foyer, to wait for Sal. Derek followed her. Her penny loafs hurt her feet, the lack of support of her boots missed. She wanted to tug the heavy wool like navy thighs up at her ankles, but she had company. She turned to Derek and smiled. “This doesn’t work if you are here.” “Oh.. But..” She gave him a look and he step back. “If you promise to give him the messages.” “I will.” Derek looked at her one last time then turned and walked a few feet before she stop him with “Derek, none of these are from the Prince, right?” “No Raven.”



She smiled and he walked off toward the kitchen. She turned, pushing the glasses back on her nose, the clipboard with a legal pad, pencil held in her hand. She adjusted the collar of the shirt, making sure it was laying on the outside of the sweater that hung down to mid thigh. She tug at the plaid skirt, the quick fix of a few stitches done by Steam holding it up. The tucked in shirt puffed out at her waist. She looked down at her breast, knowing they will always have to lead to clothing being made for her, her trim waist tiny to the size of the boobs.



A car door shutting outside made her stand straighter. She fought the smile as Benedict broke out in laughter. After a good five minutes, she kind of took it to heart. She always loved the idea of fantasy. Add a little sex- and she was all in. But the bikers she was with, her usually type of male lover did not lead to exploring this side of herself. But with him… she bite her lip, lowered her head as she worried he would not enjoy this as much as she hoped.



He step forward, his briefcase in his hand, his jacket folded over his arm. “So.. You are?” “Jane” She pointed to the nametag. “Jane, of course.” He smiled, biting back another laughing fit. She hadn’t heard him laugh so much. Even if he told her, as the only other male she tried this with, “Get that shit off- stop acting stupid” At least he got a laugh. He step forward, touched the name tag. “They sent me from the temp agency. Filling in for your assistance.” “Mmm…” He said, his eyes going from her flatten hair to her penny loafer shoes. She shift the clipboard, her body awaking to his body.



“I have your messages, Mr. Benedict.” She pulled them out, handing them over to him. He took them, cupping her hand for just a second as he did. She bite her lip, looking up at him, the black glasses low on her nose. She had told him in the text she was a shy virgin- she had to play it. She step back, hitting the staircase post. He step forward, putting the messages into his jacket packet, his glaze handing on her lips. “I will deal with them tomorrow.” He leaned forward, his mouth almost touching her own as he put the jacket on the staircase post.



She gulped loudly, he smiled. He moved away from her and moved to the stairs. “Come with me.” She asked, her voice squeaking “Upstairs?” He turned, tugging his tie off. “Yes- to my bedroom.” “But.. The study is..” “Jane.” She looked up at him, her lover so sexy, tugging his tie off as he turned to continue up the stairs, the dress pants hugging that ass. “Follow me.” She did, enjoying the view as he took the stairs. She followed him down the hallway, moving the clipboard to hold it against her chest.



He stop in front of the bedroom door, open it, step in without looking back. She followed him, stop once she step in. “This is your bedroom.” “Yes. It has been a long night. I need a shower.” She turned her face toward him as he walked into the bathroom, tugging off his shirt. God- the man had a body that just did it for her. She felt her body awaken as his muscles rip under his skin, the arms … mmmm.



He turned to her as he started on his belt, kicking his shoes off. “I need you to take a letter for me, have it typed up and delivered by morning. So follow me.” She blinked… wait, he thinks she was really doing this? Like she knew how to take a letter? But… she heard the water start in the bathroom. She picked up the dress shirt, tie, belt, shoes and followed him into the bathroom. Out of habit she put the items on the chair inside the bathroom, knowing he did not like to leave a mess behind him.



He was in the shower, the steam covering the glass door/ glass front but for the one area he had turned the water flow onto of the many shower heads. A clear view of him, nude, soaping up. “Are you ready Jane?” he asked, the soapy buff sliding over his muscular chest. She gulped for real, the clipboard biting into her hands. Damn… he was just pure raw sex appeal.



His soapy hand stilled “Jane?” “Oh.. Yes, Sir.” She fumbled with the clipboard, the pencil as he started to dedicated the letter to her. “Mr. Jones. It is with greatest regret that I must inform…” His soapy hands started back. She stop writing as his voice was lost to her, her attention on his body. A slow stroke of his hands, one holding the bath buff, over his hips, turning to wash his ass. She loved washing his back, touching that very skin.



He leaned down, washing his legs. Mmmm.. Then turned to start at his ankles, upward slowly as his voice still filled the room, her own breathing growing heavy as she grew wet. His cock was hard, the soapy hands running along its long hard shaft. The hair soaped, washed. She pushed up the glasses as the frames drop into her view. Damn- she never knew just how hot watching him shower was… He open the door, the hot steam hit her as she stood in front of the sink. She turned away as he step out, her body on the edge. God- she was so horny. She shifted her eyes to see he was wrapping a towel around his hips, turning off the water.



“Read that back to me please.” He said, stepping in front of her, looking at the wall mirror behind her to finger comb his hair. She wanted to reach forward, lick the water off his nipples… “Jane?” She looked up, seeing his teasing grin. “Huh?” “The letter? Read it back to me please.” “Oh yes, of course Sir. Mr. Benedict.” She read, the pencil in her hand. “Mr. Jones. It is with …” and she stop. He glanced down at her. “Yes?” “I must… I .. that is all I have, Sir.” He let out a heavy sigh. “Well… I think you need to make this up to me, Jane. I am sure you don’t want me to report you to the agency.” He pulled open a drawer, pulled out a bottle of lube.



“Please Mr. Benedict. I just… I couldn’t hear you from the water..” The towel hit the floor, his hard cock in between them. The pencil in her hand snap in two. “Put the clipboard down Jane.” She placed it behind her, not turning, just pushing it behind her. “Hold out your hands.” She looked down, gave a loud gulp. “Mr. Benedict I don’t think this is… I …” “Hand Jane.” She held out her hands, her eyes locked to his, fighting the urge to look at the hard cock. He lube her hands, then his own cock. He closed the cap, leaned forward to place it behind her. His cock hit her at her belly button, hard. She licked her lips as he rub his check against her own, his lips at her ear as he put his hands on the sink edge behind her. “Now… let’s see if you are better with your hands in this matter.” “I…” He took a hand, placing her one hand, then the other on his cock.” “Mmmm…” He licked at her ear lobe, driving her crazy.



She started to stroke him, sky at first. He rub his face against her hair, his lips touching her forehead. “Harder, I can take it.” She tighten her hands and he gave a soft sigh. “Now stroke me, give me pleasure Jane.” She paused, her eyes going to his, the glasses hanging low on her nose. “I never… is this right?” She tighten even more, one hand stroked, the other twisting as it ran up his cock behind the hand that stroked. He closed his eyes with a soft “Yes.” She drop her eyes downward, rubbing the tip of his cock. She repeated the movement, seeing that he liked the twisting. So she removed the one hand to his sack, rolling the balls between her fingers as the other hand kept the twisting motion.



His hand cup the back of her neck, into her hair, messing it up, his mouth at her ear, softly breathing. “Yes” he said. She moved her hands like this for a few minutes, then changed it up. The twisting stop as she stroke him with a firm hand downward from tip to base, twisting on the way back up. He bite at her ear lobe, the top of her ear and she gave a soft gasp. God- she needed him inside her. She open her legs, unable to stop her own desire. She lifted her head, trying for a kiss but he wouldn’t move his lips off her ear. She ended up licking his adam apple, sucking at his chin.



He cup her ass with his free hand, pulling her to his hips. She knew he was close, his body tighten. Her hand went back to twisting, hard, faster, faster… he grunted. “Fuck… yes.” Her other hand pulled at his balls, softly then harder. “Yes…ahh.. “ He grunted, his hand moving out of her hair, to her hips, thrusting forward as he cum spilled out on her sweater, shirt, skirt. She moved her hands off him as he step backward. She turned to wash the bloody cum off her hands as he moved beside her to wash himself. “That was nice Jane. Go back into the bedroom, wait for me.”



She did, her stained clothing making her frown. Great, but really Jess never needs to wear this ugly outfit again. She turned as he walked into the room, his bottom covered in PJ of silky black. She stood with the clipboard at her chest, the broken pencil in her sweater pocket, and enjoyed the view as he went to the TV wall, open a cabinet, a heater wine holder, poured himself a glass of blood. The play of muscles as he moved, the soft carpet hiding his movements. She watched him as he moved to sit at the couch. “Come here Jane.” She moved to the side of the couch. He put one arm over the back of the leather couch, the other holding his drink at his thigh. “You need to undress.” She open her eyes wide, stun. “But..” “I stained your clothes. You can borrow some clothes, but you can’t wear that outfit.”



She remember the clothing, the swim suit when they moved into his home after being embraced. Did he have female company a lot before them? How many lovers had he had… what if he was dating when they started having sex? She… “Jane, I am not accustomed to repeating my orders.” She moved forward to the bathroom, but his words and actions stop her. “Here. In front of me.” He used a bare foot, pushing the heavy wooden coffee table forward with a shove of his foot. She turned, and moved back toward him. She sat the clip board on the table, and turned to face him. “Mr. Benedict, Sir.. I.. have never been … a man has… I am not married..” “Are you saying I am the first male you will be nude in front of?” She lowered her head, bowed in front of him. “Yes, Sir.”



“Then take your time- lets enjoy it.” She looked at him, his eyes dark, the glass moved to his lips. So he wanted her to stripe? Well… not what she expected but… she could have some fun with it. Her mind running a mile a minute as she came up with a plan. She bent, removed her shoes, putting them beside the coffee table. Pushing up her black glasses she looked at him. He lifted a eyebrow, urging her on.



She slowly pulled off her sweater, the hanging loose no shaped item was folded neatly and placed on the table. She turned back to watch him finishing the blood, leaning over to place it on the end table at the end of the couch. He moved back, both arms over the back of the couch, his long legs open and at ease. She lowered her head, her voice soft. “Mr. Benedict…I…your eyes.” “I want to see you, see what is under all those clothes. Undress for me Jane, you want to undress for me.” His last words spoken so softly she shivered as they floated over her. Was that a vampire power?



She looked into his eyes as her hands moved to their own accord to the buttons on her shirt. Each button had his eyes following, her breast staining the cloth as it was too tight in that area, the buttons popping with ease. She slowly moved it off her body, untagged it out of the skirt. Covering one breast with her arm, holding the other arm out so the loose shirt fell down to the floor, she moved her arm back over her breast to cover them. The black lace rub her hard nipples.



“Continue undressing.” She lowered her hands to the back of the skirt. A quick tug had the patch broken, the cloth falling to the floor. She kicked it aside, moving her arms to her cover her breast. “The tights.” She pulled them off, bending forward, her breast almost spilling out of her bra, as she tugged the navy wool like tights off her legs, off her feet, kicking them aside.



She stood up, her arms still covering her breast, the black high cut panties and bra the only thing left on her body, other then the black glasses. She leaned her head down a little, pushed them back up on her nose. He turned away from her and she blinked, feeling like she was coming out of a daze. She lowered her arms as he turned back toward her, standing in front of her lover.



“Now the underwear.” She bite her lip, lowered her head. “They are not stained, I don’t need to remove…” “But you want to.” a shiver down her back had her look at him. Was that a power? He kept his powers so well guarded, not letting even her know of them. She moved her hands to her hips, grip the edge of the lace, and bent back over, her breast trying to spill out of the bra. When she stood again, she notice his hard on. When had he gotten hard? She didn’t remember the last time she looked at his hips… or really taking off her clothing. She moved her hands to the center of her back, unlatched the bra. She slowly bared one breast, then the other.



He smiled, shifted his hips, his hard on plain to see as his PJ’s tented. He stood and walked over to her. His finger circled a hard nipple as he spoke to her, his voice soft. “Jane I am going to have you. I am going to put my hard cock…” he circled behind her, grab her hips, thrust her backward with a hard yank, his cock pressing against her ass “inside that beautiful virgin body.” She gasp, covering her breast as he walked back around to the front of her. He touched her hair, holding a piece of the raven black. He removed her glasses. “Now- go to the bench at the end of the bed, I want you on your knees, facing the bed.” She did as he order her, her breast covered by her arms crossed over them. A slap to her bare ass and she gasped, moving faster. She moved to the brown leather bench, the padded curved arms on each side. She climb up on the tall bench, facing the bed, and put her arms out on the bed’s blue silky bedspread. She felt his hand on her back, running down between her should blades, down to the lower back, over her ass and back of her legs. “Mmmm… my but what was hidden under those dreadful clothes.”



She looked over her shoulder and he slap her ass hard. She screamed, thrusting her hips backward. His hand plow into her short hair, yanked her head back as he enter her. She screamed loudly, in her mind felling a tear inside her, her back arched as he started a speedy pounding into her. Her mouth open wide, her panting filled the air, as he held her by her hair as he took her over the edge several times. By the time he was ready to cum, her hips were pressed against the bed, her arms outstretched, hands gripping the cover. She pulled the cover down and up on the bed, messing it, as he wrap one arm around her waist, using his legs to do deep thrust, lifting her knees off the bench. She screamed, eyes glazed as he finished with her. He step back, letting her go and she slump down on the bench on her knees. She laid there, her breathing heavy and deep.



In a daze she watched him carry the clothing she had worn, the glasses, shoes, clipboard to the door of the room, open it, pitched them out in the hallway. He picked up the phone, and spoke “The clothing outside my room- burn them.” He hung up, rubbing his chest, a smile on his face as he came back to her. She sat there, her hands grip on the bed cover the only thing keeping her from falling on the floor. He stroke her hair, her back, and she felt his cock at her side- growing hard again. She turned toward it and his finger under her chin lifted her face to him. “You are no longer Jane.” She gasp, taking a deep breath and blinked her eyes repeatable.



She knew what happen, could still feel the pleasure, the pounding she had taken… but the tear, the pain when he first filled her? She asked, her voice weak “What was that? What did you do to me?” He only smiled, kissed her lips, and picked her up in his arms. He laid her on the bed, reaching over and pulling back the covers. She moved to the center of the bed, his hand slowly running over her back as she did. He joined her, covering them with the bedspread. He turned to his side, facing her. “Did you enjoy it?” “Yes… but it was so real. I don’t…” He cup her chin, kissed her deeply. She forgot her questions, just knew she was pleased. “What brought about Jane, if you don’t mind me asking Raven?” “Oh… I just ..” she shrugged, and he moved to lay more on top of her, hand to her breast. He wanted to do it again? After that? She touched his hand at her breast, held it at the wrist as he flicked her nipple, bringing her body back to arousement. God- this man was … she moaned, her eyes closing as she started to take deeper breaths.



“You like to roleplay?” he asked, moving to lay on top of her, his calves at her ankles to hold her legs close as she fought to open them, to invite him inside. “I do. The men I have been with bef..” A hard demanding kiss ended the sentence, his throaty “You are mine now, I don’t want to hear of others.” She open her eyes, her lips swollen from his demanding kiss. “Yes Sal.” She moved her hands to his back, upward, into his hair as he moved his other hand to her other nipple, pulling, tugging, twisting, biting. This man could make a ice cube melt in the dead of winter… she moaned, growing wetter and wetter.



One hand moved off her breast, he lifted his hips and she felt him probe her wetness with the tip of his hard cock. She moaned, arched her back, as he folded back her skin, finding her nub. He rubbed it with the tip of his cock, his deep voice in her ear “Tell me what you want Raven.” “You.. Oh god but I want you. Inside me… fucking me… taking me… marking me as yours..” He enter her, she bucked up to try and open but he kept her legs tightly closed. His cock slide in and out, his chest flattening her breast as his hand moved back to her breast, his lips taking hers own as he played with her nipples, using his hips to lift up and down.



She bite at his lip, he hissed, bite her back. Her nails ran down his back, over his ass, cupping it, digging her nails in as she panted out “Harder..” He moved his hands to the bed beside her hips, and arched his back, burying himself deeper into her. She moved her hands to his hips, holding them as he speed up. She licked her lip, the bite he gave her tender. The pain only added to her pleasure as she was taken by a climax. She came back to the feeling of her breast bouncing as he speed his trusting up, bringing his legs upward so he was on his knees at the side of her own, her legs still between his legs. She cupped her breast, but his order “Let them bounce, I love those tits to bounce.”

She moved her hands away, outward to the side. She laid there under him, watching him take her, take his pleasure. His muscles in his shoulders were strained as he held his own upper body off her. His arms… she moved her hands up them, the strong muscles… she started to pant as she was pushed to another climax. She open her eyes again to see his face was tighten as he looked straight ahead. He rhythm changed, she knew he would thrust several hard deep thrust as he cum, filled her with his seed. She moved her hands into his hair at the back of his neck, scratched his skin as he grunted, closed his eyes, grunted with the deep thrust… again and again… then he was laying on top of her. She stroke his back, his last thrusting not taking her to a climax, but her pleasure at watching him having his own just a fulfilling. This man enjoyed sex. He was her perfect lover. “You love him, say it.” She shoved the voice away as he moved off her, to lay at her side.



She sat up to pull the blanket over them, he cupped her breast, soft kiss to her check and he slept. She laid and waited for the sunrise that was only a few minutes away. While the night did not go as she planed, and she still did not know if he liked it or not- she did learn he had a lot more power then he ever lead anyone to believe. She slept in her lover arms.