Page 29 of Master Class

“Yes,” she confessed. “I couldn’t take the chance that you would reject me for your training.”

Edge nodded his head slowly. He felt like he had been cleverly manipulated, but the feeling was dull – not like the sharp sting of betrayal. But it hurt nonetheless.

“So you went through this whole charade of sexual training, just so you could tempt me into fucking you?”

“No,” Clarissa shook her head and at the same time she lifted her chin and her eyes cleared. She stared directly at Edge. “My training wasn’t an act, Nick. I am genuinely aroused by submission. Everything I have done here has been real. There was no acting, no pretending. If nothing else, please believe that.”

Edge said nothing. He swung his chair back to that dark corner of the office that was cloaked in shadow, and once again his eyes turned dark and blank.

Clarissa sat wringing her hands in her lap. “The Congressman is the reason my grandfather is in financial trouble. He has friends at the bank. He organized the foreclosure, and then planted a co-worker who recommended I auction my virginity as a way I could raise the money. He played me… and he’s too powerful to fight.” She drew a shuddering breath. “Jansing can’t be beaten, Nick. He left me no choice. If I didn’t do what he told me to, he threatened to use the naked photos he took of me in the penthouse.”

Nick Edge was a fighter with a warrior’s instincts. Meek surrender wasn’t in his nature. In the corner of his mind, a plan for revenge began to form.

On the other side of the desk, Clarissa fell silent at last, wrung out emotionally and with nothing more she could reveal. She felt exhausted by her despair It crushed down on her like a heavy weight. There was nothing left that she could do for her grandfather. Once Jansing found out that she had betrayed his plans, the Congressman would crush her like dirt beneath his feet.

They sat in fraught tense silence for a long time. Clarissa had her head bowed, grieving. She saw her future dreams dissolve into mist. She saw her grandfather, old and broken, thrown from the farm he had worked and nurtured with his bare hands for his entire life. She saw every hope and dream she’d ever imagined ripped away from her… and she wondered if she had any future at all.

Edge sat with his gaze inscrutable. He sat very still. His eyes were narrowed and calculating until finally he was sure.

It would work, he decided. He turned to Clarissa and drew a deep breath. “Are you prepared to do anything – anything at all to save your grandfather’s farm?”

Clarissa looked pale. She nodded. “Yes,” she said softly.

Edge stood up with grim purpose. “Okay,” he said. “Then get your dress off. I’m going to fuck you over this desk while you film it happening.”

“You’re going to give in?” Clarissa stared at Edge, and her voice was hushed and incredulous. “You’re just going to let me photograph us having sex, and then allow Congressman Jansing to use that evidence to destroy you?”

Edge smiled thinly. “I’m going to allow you to capture the evidence of me taking your virginity,” he agreed, “because we’re going to set a trap of our own.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re going to turn the tables on Jansing,” Edge explained. “You said he took scandalous naked photos of you at the penthouse on his personal phone, and he’s using those images to blackmail you, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well we’re going to use the pictures we take to steal Jansing’s phone from him. Once we have it, you can delete the images. Then you’re free.”

Clarissa smiled wanly. “But my grandfather still loses his farm.”

Edge held up a hand to silence her. He looked resolved and dangerously calm. “One thing at a time,” he smiled wickedly. “I’ll tell you the rest afterwards.”

“After what?”

“After this…”

Edge got up from his chair and came around the desk. He swept Clarissa up in his arms, pulling her body tight against him. His mouth was hot and hungry and it found her lips waiting for him. The kiss sizzled against Clarissa’s flesh, smoldering into small tingling sparks that set her whole body alight.

She went weak within the strong circle of his embrace. Edge was raw masculine power and he melted her like wax before the flame of a candle. She drew in the manly scent of him and thrilled at the steel-like hardness of his chest against her sensitive breasts. He had both his hands wrapped around her waist, exploring her body with his spread fingers. Clarissa reached up and dangled her arm around Edge’s neck. Still the kiss drew out, until finally she felt that he had drawn all of the despair and pain from her, and left her empty… ready to be filled anew.

That thought came with it’s own sensual thrill – the fantasy of Nick Edge filling her – not with hope, but with his hard cock. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and her face flushed. She was burning hot all over. Her free hand reached for Edge’s belt, and this time he moved his weight to give her easier access.

“Oh, God, yes!” Clarissa breathed, knowing now that this time it would really happen. She drew down the zipper of Edge’s jeans and thrust her hand inside, feeling his hardness, and then groaning her desire. Suddenly the future wasn’t important; now only this moment mattered.

Clarissa began to slowly stroke Edge’s cock, struggling with the length and thickness of him because he was still trapped inside the tight confines of his pants. She could feel him hardening and she wanted to drop to her knees, but Edge had other ideas. They were standing close, facing each other. Edge’s hand went down to her ass and he tugged the hem of her skirt up, then thrust his hand inside her panties. Clarissa arched her back and closed her eyes. Edge’s long fingers dipped between the tight clenched cheeks of her bottom, far enough to feel the radiating heat of her arousal.

Clarissa’s grip on Edge’s cock was teasing but persistent. He unfastened the button of his jeans and his length sprang free at last. He felt Clarissa change her grip on him and her tugging took on new determination. He kissed her again, cupping her chin in the palm of his hand, and covering her lips. His tongue probed and swirled inside her mouth. Clarissa was clinging desperately to him. Edge moved, and then moved again, turning Clarissa slowly around until she had the back of her legs pressed against the edge of his desk. Edge tugged at the buttons of her dress and they popped and flew around the room. Edge fixed his eyes on her naked breasts and growled like a starving beast. Clarissa’s eyes went wide with the thrill of Edge’s desire. It made her feel prized and lusted after. It was all she had ever wanted…

Edge bent his mouth to one nipple and clamped it between his lips. One of his hands reached down between her legs. Her panties were soaked through with the warm essence of her need. Edge’s clever fingers slipped within the waistband of lace and then pressed against her swollen clit. He heard Clarissa give a ragged gasp of arousal against his shoulder. She was clutching at him with her free hand like he was a life raft in a storm-tossed sea. Edge’s fingers became more persistent. Clarissa spread her legs.

One of Edge’s fingers slipped inside the folds of her pussy. She groaned a sound of deep wanton need. Clarissa was soaking wet with desire. Edge curled his finger and rubbed the secret spot inside the front wall of her pussy. For a moment Clarissa felt only pleasure. Then the feeling became like an urgent need to pee. She was about to mumble something to Edge when the press of his curled fingertip became more insistent. The sensation deep within Clarissa changed again – turning into a glowing bloom of intense arousal. She didn’t know how, but Edge had triggered a secret place within her, and the intense feeling was a phenomenon she had never experienced before.

Clarissa gasped and clawed at Edge to hold herself steady. Her legs were trembling – even her fingers began to shake. It was as if this secret place was connected to every nerve fiber in her body. She gulped and then began to shudder uncontrollably. Edge’s face was set and knowing. Clarissa’s every wondrous shock and emotion played out upon her features for him like a beautiful show.

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“I… I think I’m going to cum…” Clarissa groaned in a kind of incredulous disbelief.

“I know you are,” Edge growled his lust. “But not until I’m ready.”

He withdrew his finger and Clarissa moaned with frustration. She fixed Edge with a wide-eyed stare of incomprehension.

“Get your phone,” Edge ordered.

Clarissa scraped her tousled hair away from her face and reached shakily for her handbag. “Jansing gave me a special phone to use,” she explained. “He called it a burner.”

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