Surprise.

Christian had kept it a secret. He hadn’t wanted Jane to know until the plan was put into action.

He knew about her exhibitionist streak. He knew everything about her, and she was going to fucking love this. He had gone over the scenario a thousand times in his head. He had talked to their friends and everything was in order.

He could hardly contain himself. It was only when they had slipped in the shower together after work.

Watching the suds of her sweet fragranced shampoo swirl down the drain, Christian mindlessly bundled her hair in his fist. He pulled her underneath the steamy stream with him,

“I made plans for us tonight. I picked out what you’re going to wear. So make sure you shave…”

Putting a hand between her slender legs, he cupped what was his. Christian tilted her head back and lowered his mouth to her neck.

Jane gasped as she felt his teeth sink into her exposed flesh. Her heart started to thud against her chest as the sparks of pain shot through her body. But the pain was not without company. The pleasure associated was almost too much to bear.

Today had been quite the day. She had been unfocused at work because her mind was absolutely consumed with thoughts of him. Her panties had been soaking when she came home. Her brain in a tizzy.

But he had beaten her home. She had wanted to be waiting for him, naked by the door. He had seemed to have other plans, stripping off her clothes, kissing her skin, and leading her into the shower with two fingers inside of her.

Jane was going crazy. She was tired of the teasing, and just needed a good fucking. She was craving his cock. Craving to be spanked, smacked. She wanted to be treated like she were nothing but an object. A set of holes for him to use however he so wanted.

But it seemed like he had further plans. Ones that didn’t involve his cock inside of her.

She was inclined to whine. But her curiosity was getting the best of her. It wasn’t often that he made plans without her involvement. It was bound to be good. Especially with Christian building her up how he was.

With a reluctant sigh she put away her raging lust, and gave into the feel of him. The feel of his hand against her pussy. The feel of his teeth against her skin.

“Yes Sir.” She murmured. Eyes shut against the water streaming down her face.

Christian released his hold on her and kissed her deeply. As deeply as though he had just hiked miles through the Sahara, and she were his only source of water.”

“Babe, you get ready. I’ll lay your clothes for you on the bed.”

And then he left. Leaving her in suspended arousal.

She huffed impatiently and did as she was told; using her magical coconut oil to shave herself bare.

Once finished, she dried herself with a nearby towel and ventured to their room. What was laid out was not what she was expecting. A black dress, crotchless fishnet leggings, and a black, lacy bralette that was sure to show through the sheer top of the dress.

Jane swallowed and donned the outfit, looking at herself in the mirror. She fingered the pearl necklace hanging off her neck. The one that Christian had laid out on her vanity. The one with the matching set of earrings.

It was her favourite one.

She had to admit, she looked good, felt confident. Something that doesn’t happen very often. But now? Now she felt it surge through her veins. She felt her back straighten. Tilted her chin up. Roamed her eyes down her body. The dress hugged every curve, and hid the unwanted.

The first thing Jane noticed when she reached the entrance door, was Christian’s attire. Sure, he looked dashing (as per usual), but he wasn’t in a glamorous suit. She had expected that he would be considering what she was wearing.

“What exactly are we doing?”

“We’re going to Gwyneth’s.”

His answer surprised her. Why would she be so dressed up just for a get together? It didn’t make sense. But she trusted him. So when he gestured to the black stilettos by her feet, she didn’t hesitate to slip them on.

~

The car ride over was a teasing one. Christian played her clit as he drove. Relentlessly. To the point where Jane was begging him to pull over. She needed release!!

“Need release, huh? I’ll remember that.”

Oh boy. She both hated and loved when Christian stashed things in his vaulted brain. Hated that he’d never tell her why, loved it when he’d reveal his inevitably diabolical plans.

So, Jane just bit her lip and tried to keep from cumming. Which was difficult, but she made it through. Body trembling, pussy soaking, panties dripping, she made it through.

“We’ll let ourselves in. They’re in the basement watching a movie.”

With a groan of pent up frustration Jane got out of the car and followed her Sir into the house, down the stairs.

Her cheeks flamed hot. Nobody else was dressed like she was? She was clueless as to why she was the only one dressed for a white collar event.

She put her embarrassment aside and exchanged greeting to both Gwyneth and her husband. They both smiled back and invited the couple to take a seat.

Christian guided her with a hand to the small of her back, towards the love seat. He let her sit first, then sank into the leather afterwards, making sure they were touching. Making sure to put his arm around her, pulling her into him. A typical couple in love.

Typical though, it was not to be.

Not half hour later Jane felt him shift. The arm that was behind her was now pushing her forward. Suddenly, strongly. His other hand clutched in her hair, making sure it didn’t land too hard on the coffee table in front of them.

“Wha-”

“Shh. Sweetie, I’ve been discussing how you’ve been such a horny little girl as of late. You’re fucking insatiable! It was a bit of a hard thing to describe though, so we all thought it’d be better if I just showed them.”

Ass in the air. Cheek flat against the smooth oak table underneath her. Jane couldn’t believe this was happening. It was something they’d discussed once! She never thought he’d make it happen?

“Let’s show them how fucking wet you are.”

Clutching the sides of the table, Jane felt her dress fold over her ass. Completely exposing herself. Her cheeks were on fire! She was absolutely humiliated.

Christian ran a finger down her slit over her panties. It made her entire body shudder. Made her eyes roll to the back of her head. Made her groan. She temporarily forgot that they were not alone.

“I bet there’s a puddle in your panties isn’t there? My horny little slut.”

She didn’t know how to handle herself! She was overwhelmed by so many feelings, she didn’t knew where to begin sorting them through in her mind. Especially when Christian began to peel back said panties, and leave her throbbing pussy vulnerable to whoever decided to look.

She yelped as he smacked her glistening slit. Once, twice. She shut her eyes, wholly not caring about the other two people in the room. She fucking needed release and would do anything to get it.

Jane felt her hair tug, felt her head lift off the table. Christian started to play with her clit. His fingers of magic swirling, flicking, petting, tickling, her pretty little bean.

Her legs opened on their own accord. Her hips pushing further up, back arching to an impeccable dip.

“Ohh you like that don’t you? Do you want my fingers inside of you?”

Desperately she nodded. She needed his fingers inside of her.

A third sharp slap to the pussy had her lips spewing the words he wanted to hear,

“Yes Sir! Please put your fingers inside me…”

In her minds eye, she could see the smug smirk on his handsome face. She felt his fingers slide down to the entrance to her femininity. The entrance to the warm, wet, cavern where arousal was dripping onto the table beneath.

With no further warning Christian pushed two fingers inside of his love, making her groan instantly. The sound overpowering whatever scene that was playing on the television.

He switched his grip from her hair to the back of her neck. Pushing her face back down onto the table.

“That’s right baby, tell them what you said to me in the car. You needed…what was that?”

Christian curled his fingers inside of her, finding her g-spot. He started to play it as though it were a finely tuned fiddle. He knew exactly where to put pressure, exactly how much pressure to add, and exactly how fast, to drive her wild. He would have her cumming in no more than thirty seconds.

Her groans morphed into screams as he strung out his song. But she hadn’t answered him. And probably wasn’t going to without encouragement.

The presence of his hand at the back of her neck was removed. He ran his rough palm down the curve of her back, up and over the two globular cheeks now perched in the air. He removed his hand from her body, raised it, and let it come cracking down. In the perfect spot. Where her thighs met her cheeks.

A falsetto yelp split the air as the strike landed.

“I said tell them what you told me in the car, baby. What did you need?”

“Re-release! I nee-ded rel-lease…”

He increased his pace. His muscles flexing with vigour as he poured every ounce of energy into her.

“Ohh, so you want to cum?”

“YES!!! Y-es please! Please Sir! Ohhhh p-p-leeease lemme cum…”

“You’re such a horny bitch! Begging to cum in front of people you’ve only met a few times. Beg me.”

“Ahh! Sir, I need to cum I-”

“Need? Do you really need to? Or do you want to?”

“Want! I want to v-very bad…PLEASE!!”

All she could think of was her body hovering over the precarious line. She was not going to cross it. She wouldn’t dare. Not without his explicit permission. But holy fuck was it an uphill battle! She couldn’t hold out much longer, and he knew this.

“Okay my horny little girl. You can cum. But I want you to look at our company. Look into their fucking eyes while I make you cum. Can you do that?”

She found it hard. She cracked open an eyelid, but was awful shy. Surely they wouldn’t want to watch someone cum? Surely they were impartial. Eye contact would be awkward?

All thoughts soon vacated her mind as Christian started to increase his already furious pace.

“I said look at them, little one. Or you won’t be able to cum. I could do this all day, but I know you can’t.”

“GAH!!”

Jane opened her eyes, biting her lip, and found Gwyneth’s pretty face. She raised her eyes to meet hers, and found them glazed over in lust. In her peripherals she could see movement between her legs. Her husband. Playing with his wife. Who was star struck watching the two play.

She forced herself to keep her lids open, as her body tensed further. She was skydiving, racing towards the ground. Racing towards that long awaited orgasm. No parachute. Nothing to slow her down.

It took mere seconds for release to grab hold. Mere seconds until her whole body was convulsing. Until a short stream exited her body, wetting her lover. Her legs quivered. The climax shot through every nerve bundle, her brain in a state of unparalleled ecstasy. Her nails dug into the wood as drool dripped out the sides of her plump, parted lips.

Even when Christian pulled his dripping fingers out, she was stuck in a haze. Unable to move herself off the table. Unable to fix her dress. A haze of adrenaline.

It was only when he pulled up her panties, lowered her dress, and scooped her gently off the table, that the haze began to falter.

Only when he pulled her over her lap, kissing her forehead, murmuring praises into her ear, that she fully returned.

“Mmm, thank you Sir.”

And the four resumed their movie without another word.