I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her and fuck her like it’s my last day on earth. My pulsing cock practically begs for it, but an idea strikes me, and I can’t resist.
“I told you BDSM is about trust,” I say, letting go of her hair and straightening the tie. “So you’re going to prove how much you trust me.” I wrap the tie around her eyes and wave my hand in front of her face. “Can you see anything?”
“No,” she says nervously.
“Perfect. Now take my hand and follow me. Do exactly as I say.”
She takes my hand in hers and I lead her away from the wall. Her blouse is ripped open and her skirt is hiked up around her ass. Her soaked panties are stretched between her knees, forcing her to shuffle a little as she walks. I undo the lock on the door and feel her pull back against me.
“Remember,” I warn. “Trust.”
She gradually relaxes, standing beside me, completely exposed and vulnerable but motionless except the rise and fall of her bare chest.
I crack the door open and stick my head into the hallway. One end curves out of sight in an endless row of doors and rooms. The other opens into the main conference hall, where people are mingling and sipping drinks about a hundred yards away. Two men in suits are coming down the hall toward us, both wearing identification badges around their necks.
I pull my head back in the room. “Wait until I say so, then we’re going to move.”
“Out there?” she asks. “Jackson, please…”
“Sir,” I say firmly. “And you will trust me. I expect nothing less. Am I clear?”
She nods solemnly.
I hate to see my Princess anxious, but I know the thrill of having to trust me so completely will be worth it for her in the end, so I don’t mind letting her squirm a little.
Once I hear the footsteps of the men pass by our door, I look out into the hall again.
“Come on, follow me.”
“Oh God,” she mutters.
I take one more look at how incredibly exposed she is an can’t help biting my lip. My cock feels like it’s about to fucking explode, but this is worth every second of delay. To my delight, she lets me lead her into the hallway, completely trusting me.
I lead her across the hall to a door and try the knob. It doesn’t open.
“Oh,” I say quietly. “I thought these were all open.”
“Jackson!” she hisses.
I let her use of my name slide, given the circumstances, and pull her down the hallway toward another door. Locked again.
The sound of laughter from deeper down the hallway echoes to us. Another group of people are coming. I can feel how tense Brianne is against me, but I try one last door. This one opens and we both go stumbling and laughing into an empty conference room similar to the one we just left. I bend her over the table and slide my fingers between her legs.
“You’re even wetter. Dirty girl. You loved that, didn’t you?”
She moans in response to my touch. I unbuckle my belt and toss it to the ground, reaching for my zipper when I hear the voices from the hall stop just outside the door to the room we’re in. I realize I didn’t lock it, and quickly grab Brianne, who’s still blindfolded, and move her to the electronics closet. “Oh my God,” she whispers.
There’s not much space in the small closet, as it was designed to hold the projection equipment and not much else. Brianne’s face is to the wall and my body is pressed against her. The door to the main room opens and the lights are flicked on. The voices of the people entering are muffled, but we can hear them clearly enough.
“All right. You ready to wow them?” asks a woman.
“Heh. Yeah. I’m looking to avoid a repeat of last year in Indiana.”
The woman groans. “Please do. We really need to land this contract.”
I lean close to Brianne’s ear and whisper. “You’re still not allowed to cum until I say.”
She half-turns, but I’ve already freed my cock and pressed it into her opening. She claps a hand to her mouth and breathes out a ragged gasp. The man and woman in the room fall silent.
“Did you hear that?” asks the woman.
I guide my cock deeper into her, filling her until I’m completely inside her perfectly tight warmth. Her walls pulse around me faintly with her heartbeat, and damn is her heart racing.
Brianne covers her mouth with a hand and moans.
I hear slow footsteps approaching the closet when the door to the main room opens again.
“Mr. Nash!” says the male voice cheerily. “I’m so glad your team could make it. Please, have a seat and we’ll get started right away.”
“The rules still stand,” I whisper, pumping into her again as the men and women in the room start talking about sales figures and projected quarterly earnings.
I take my time, working my cock into her in a slow, purposeful rhythm, savoring every moment.
“It’s so big,” she whispers.
I grin, gripping her full breast in one hand and her hip in the other as I glide in and out of her tight heat. I distantly wish I had her in my playroom so I could have her exactly the way I want, but knowing there’s a room full of businessmen and women on the other side of the door does add an enjoyable level of excitement. Besides, Brianne is probably beside herself with worry that we’ll be discovered. Good. When I bring her to climax, all the emotion she feels will only heighten the pleasure. I won’t be happy until I have her screaming so loud that half the convention center knows what we’re doing.
She’s so wet for me, already, but I want more.
I grab a cord from the projector nearby and unplug one end from the wall, wrapping her wrists together and turning her to face me. The hunger and lust in her eyes nearly puts me over the edge as I drive myself back inside her. I pull her legs up and around my waist, pinning her shoulders to the wall and holding her up by the ass. I kiss her hard on the mouth, muffling the moans spilling from her lips. She puts her tied wrists over my head and behind my neck, using the leverage to grind her hips into me. The way I’m pounding into her is making a soft, slapping sound, and the voices in the room eventually trail off, leaving us in silence, except for the soft slapping of my hips against her.
“I can’t,” she breathes. “I can’t hold it back.”
“Then cum for me,” I growl, letting the climax I’ve been holding at bay rush free. Everything but my cock inside her dulls into nothingness. An explosion of sensation rocks my body, weakening my legs and arms as I press myself as deeply into her as I can. My cock pulses, filling her deeply with cum as her core convulses around me. I realize her head is thrown back and she’s gasping out loud.
The door swings open behind us and I turn, looking eye-to-eye with six professionals dressed in suits. Their expressions range from shock to disbelief as they take in the sight of me buried to the hilt in Brianne and her ravaged clothing and exposed body.
I clear my throat. “My client and I just need a couple minutes to finish going over last quarter’s numbers. If you don’t mind,” I say, pulling the door closed and freeing myself from Brianne.
She’s still cumming, I realize. Her eyes are lidded and she’s barely able to stand as I pull her panties back up, smirking when I see my cum running down the inside of her thigh. I dress her as well as I can before fixing my own clothes. It would only take half a brain to see we just fucked, but it’s good enough. I swing the door open a few moments later and lead Brianne behind me, who is still clutching my arm for the strength to stand.