The Ivy League by Ruby Parker Page B

his fingers in her sweat soaked hair and pulling her head toward his rapidly returning arousal.  Krista opened her mouth, ready to receive him.  He yanked her hair back suddenly.  Pain shot through her scalp.
    “Y ou’re a little too eager,” he said, holding her just out of reach of his cock. She wanted to take every inch of him, in any way she could.  Her eyes looked up to his, silently pleading with him to give her what she wanted.  He was humiliating her, and she couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying it. 
    “You may taste j ust the tip,” he said, relaxing his grip only slightly.  “Is that understood?”
    Her tongue darted out as he pulled her just close enough to reach him and she lapped up the salty taste of his flesh.  She wrapped her lips around the tip, massaging him with her mouth.  She could feel the desire that had settled in her stomach rising immeasurably as she enjoyed her treat.  But it wasn’t enough.  She wanted, needed more.  Her lips crept lower, until her mouth was full.  Just as she gained a measure of fulfillment, he pulled viciously away from her.  He yanked her head back, pulling on a clump of her hair. 
    “I said just the tip,” he spat at her . “You’re going to have to be punished for that.”
    He dropped his handful of hair and pulled her arms overhead, reshackling them. 
    “I think you need to cool off again,” he said, his wicked sm irk twitching on his lips as Krista shook her head. 
    “No,” she said, her face contorted, “please…”
    “Yes,” he said, stepping away from her as a thick chuckle filled his chest.  “That’s the perfect punishment for a disobedient little whore.”
    He left the room, closing the door behind him and ignoring her pleas for mercy. 
     
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    Krista had lost track of how much time she had spent in this little room, void of anything but the shackles that held her there. A client had a girl for the entire night, but Krista had never actually had to spend the entire night before.  But she didn’t care.  He could keep her here forever, and she wouldn’t care one bit, as long as he continued giving her such perfect torture.
    The door finally cracked open and Dan entered, showered and dressed impeccably in a dark blue suit.  He said nothing, but looked at Krista with such a wicked glint that it sent a shiver of want through Krista. 
    “Ask,” he said, anticipating her question and seeing her hesitation as her eyes took in the sight of him.
    “May I finish, sir?” Krista said, the desperation clear in her voice.  Dan had never felt so satisfied as he did in that moment.  He had her hooked.
    “No,” he said, walking over to her and unlatching the shackles that held her.  “I finished myself.”
    Krista felt the disappointment like a stab in the chest.  She reached out to him as he turned away from her and a whimpering plea left her lips.  He looked down at her as she clutched at his legs, stopping for a moment to give her false hope.
    “Clean yourself up,” he said, pushing her away from him, and turning to leave, “and see yourself out.”
    Krista’s entire body was shivering.  He had given her so much pain and pleasure mixed together so that she could no longer tell the two apart.  Now, he left her so utterly unsatisfied.  She wanted more.  She had to have more.  In that very moment, she knew.  She knew she would never take any other client ever again.  Not after what he had given her.  No one else could ever do what he had done.
     

Chapter Nineteen
     
    “Banks,” Dan said, seeing his friend at their usual table.  He flashed a smile as he took a seat across the table from him.  They were both extremely busy men, but they had a standing weekly meeting at their favorite cigar bar. 
    “How’s your week going, Dan?” Banks asked, with as much cheer as he could muster.  As he had suspected would happen, his company’s oldest client had declined resigning with them and the board was