The Razor's Edge

Episode 3 of the Twitter Story Continues … In last week’s episode of #sexsunday, we are left guessing who SHE is. Will we find out tonight? And did they get that contract after all?

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The show had to go on.  It was bad enough I had to put on a performance to secure our contract and our dreams, but now I had to do it again.

The company Christmas Party was tonight. But this party wasn’t like any other; this was the most talked about events in our industry.

Gowns & Tuxedos.Red carpets & Paparazzi.  In the exquisite Castle on the Lake, the elite hob knobbed & the men impressed their arm charms.

I placed my earrings on, and watched your reflection in the mirror as you put your Tux jacket on.  There was something sexy about formality.

“I’m not happy we have to see her again.” I stated turning around to face you. “I am hoping that we can avoid her and make a quiet escape.”

Turning and approaching from behind you plant a quick kiss on my neck, “I’m sure she won’t put on a scene in public, don’t worry.”

Your eyes twinkle, “So what’s underneath that gown?”  You scan the deep, rich navy ball gown, trying to envision my flesh.

“You shall find out when we get home.” I tease. Your hands plunge to my sides, ruffling the dress upwards.  “How about now?”

“Stop.” I playfully smack your hand away, “The car will be here any minute.  You don’t want us to be late do you?”

“Why don’t you remove whatever is underneath that dress?” You command me with a mischievous smile.

Playing along, I taunt back “Why don’t you do if for me if you insist on me being a whore this evening?”

You were never one to back down from a dare. Kneeling down, your hands slide up my legs, quickly finding my hosiery & unsnapping the clasps

“You know I love garters.” You mumble as you hastily rip off my panties and push me against the vanity, flinging the dress over your head.

Your tongue glides over my cunt, flicking my clit with precision, spreading my lips apart with your fingers.

“Stop!” I plead, pushing your head down and away from my pussy, “You’re going to make us late!”

Snickering, you reappear from under my dress, “Well then I guess I will have to find a quiet corner in the castle and have my way with you.”

The thought of us secretly fornicating among the upper class sent waves of pleasure over my body. I was eager to find out what was to come.

An hour and a half later, we were schmoozing among the socialites and the prominent clients of the firm.

“This is all so boring, so stiff. Why don’t we do something to liven things up a bit? ”You’re eyes were seductive.  It was game time.

I turn away, our opposing arms touching and glance around the ball room. “There is nowhere to go.” I whisper casually sipping my drink.

“Follow me.” You wink before walking away, leading me to the far corner of the room and up a set of stairs to the second floor balcony.

Stopping behind a column, I glance down; making sure our absence was unnoticed. “What if we get caught?” I mouth to you.

“We laugh and apologize?”  You wiggle the handle on a decadent gold accented door, to see if it is unlocked.

With a soft click, it opens.  You grasp me by the arm and shove me inside quickly so that we aren’t noticed.

“Where are we?” I attempt to look around, but my attention is stolen as you thrust me against a wall. “Who cares?” You growl deeply.

Your hand plunges to my legs spreading them, making sure I am wet enough to fuck.  With your other hand you seize my throat.

“We need to make this quick and you need to be as quiet as a mouse.” You warn. Using the wall as leverage, you hoist me up.

I wrap my legs around your waist, and in one fluid motion, your pants are down.  Your firmness slides into my softness filling me.

I moan softly, but your hand quickly covers my mouth.“You need to be quiet. If you’re not, you’re going to get a spanking when we get home.”

There was a hint of humor to your commanding voice.  What fate had in store, I didn’t know. But I liked to push your tolerance, I moan again

You slap me across the face, “Didn’t I tell you to be silent?” I giggle and look directly at you, “Maybe I want you to spank me.”

And with those words my body began to quake on yours, sending me spiraling over the razor’s edge.  Was I pushing your limits or my own?

You groan in pleasure from my body’s response and whisper in my ear, “I’m going to cum.  Where do you want me to cum?”

I pause, contemplating your words.  Cum in my pussy would drip down my legs before I made it to a bathroom.

“Tell me, darling. Where do you want me to cum? In your pussy? Or maybe you’ll hold it better in your ass?”

With each thrust you grow bigger, throbbing from the mounting pressure.  Your dominating words cause me to orgasm again.

My legs drop from your waist and I slide down the wall which is supporting me. I have no choice but to take you in my mouth.

It is the only way we won’t get caught. I gag as you plunge the head of your cock into the back of my throat.

I try to pull away, but your hands hold me firmly to you.  The sour taste fills my mouth.  I desperately look around for someplace to spit.

“Swallow it.” You command. I shake my head violently to the side.  You reach for me, holding my mouth and nose closed.“Swallow it.”

I have no choice but to do as you say.  I gag as my body heaves; it almost feels like I am going to vomit from the lingering taste.

“What a good girl you are.” You coo in my ear in that sickeningly sweet voice you use when you are controlling me.

I rise to my feet and fix my dress and hair. Completely satisfied by being used by you, by being your plaything & indulging your fantasies.

The smile on your face is priceless; I have pleased you.  You place your hand on the door handle and open it slightly, “Shall we?”

“Why thank you, sir.” I flutter my eyelashes. “You know I love it when you take control.” I purr in your ear giving you a quick kiss.

With a swift slap on my ass, we enter into the hallway, “I know you do.  Wait until tonight; I’ve got a little surprise planned for you.”

“Oh really?”  I laugh and hold your arm as we descend the steps back to the party.  My nipples stiffen through my dress, with each word.

“Ahh just the two people I wanted to see.” Her voice dripped honey.

I couldn’t believe this.  Talk about inopportune timing.  Did I have to bump into my strikingly tall, blue eyed, blonde arch nemesis now?

Her eyes scanned the top floor, before dropping to me, “What were you doing up there?” Her voice was wickedly condescending and accusatory.

“I was just showing her around the castle, I hope you don’t mind.” Your eyes glisten with ease, as if lying was your best attribute.

And at this moment it was. I loved it when you took control. That you were an Alpha male. The show had to go on, and you were game.

.. To Be Continued … Next Week on #sexsunday … Will her enemy be revealed? And just what does he have planned for her later that night?