“What big picture?”
“Youarea queen.” With one hand, he groped at my breasts while the other slid inside my jeans, past my panties, and cupped my sex. “But I’m your fuckin’ king. That’s why you’re so wet for me.”
Fingers circled my clit, ripping a moan from my very core.
“So swollen and soaking wet. I do that to you.” He massaged my folds, teasing and pleasuring, before dipping two fingers inside me.
My walls squeezed around him, desperate for more.
His chest rumbled with laughter against my back. “I knew you’d be a freak, baby. From the first time I saw you in that courtroom, hair up in a bun, glasses on, looking so goddamn prim and proper as you ripped apart that dumbass on the stand… You like it rough, don’t you?”
His fingers curled against my sensitive walls, and I shuddered.
“But you’re used to being in control.” He nipped at my neck again. “No more. You’re in my courtroom now, and I’m the fuckin’ judge and jury. You can beg and plead, but I’m about to rip that control away from you so I can make you come so many times you’ll never call me a goddamn client again.”
A challenge! The idea of losing control made my knees weak, but I refused to give it up easily. I looked over my shoulder at him and licked my lips. “What’s wrong with being a client?”
His eyes flashed. He pulled his fingers from my dripping pussy and plunged them into my mouth. “Taste yourself. Maybe it’ll keep that sassy mouth busy until I can put something else in it.”
I jerked my body away from him, turning so we were face to face. Then I met his lust-filled gaze as I wrapped my lips tightly around his fingers and sucked them hard.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I was pretty surehewas going to killme, but I would swing until the very end. He wanted to shove something in my mouth and shut me up? Only on my terms. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants, tugging them down. He was commando, and when I released his massive cock it sprang free and bobbed inches from my mouth. It might as well have been wearing a sign that said ‘suck me.’ He watched with hooded eyes, and I knew exactly which one of us was in charge. Cementing my control, I stroked his length and licked pre-cum from the tip before sliding him past my lips and into my mouth.
“Shit,” he breathed. “Holy fuck that feels so good.”
Cupping his balls, I continued sliding my mouth over his cock as my tongue licked up and down. He wasn’t deep enough, I released his balls and wrapped my hands around his hips, grabbing his ass for leverage to take him in until he hit the back of my throat.
Incoherent mutterings came from Link’s chest. I had taken away his power to speak. I was firmly in charge. Working my tongue around his dick and digging my nails into his ass, I encouraged him to fuck my mouth harder and deeper until I was practically gagging on the length of him. My eyes watered as I fought for breath, and it only made me wetter. Hands on the back of my head, he took over, plunging into me again and again until hot cum coated my throat.
He pulled out of me, and I sucked down air, smiling about the way I’d worked him over. One small victory for all the losses I’d suffered since his office. Before I had time to congratulate myself too much, Link stepped out of his pants, grabbed me by the waist, and picked me up until we were eye to eye.
His eyes were still dilated with lust and his breathing was almost as labored as mine. “You’re gonna pay for that, sweet cheeks,” he growled, walking me toward my bedroom.
I shuddered at the ease in which he manhandled me. My feet were inches from the floor, and it was both hot and terrifying. I may have gotten in over my head.
Link set me down on my bed and I tried to bolt, but he caught me.
“You’re just making it worse,” he promised.
Which was exactly what I’d been hoping for. Kind of.
He removed my scarf and set it aside before stripping off the rest of my clothes. When I was naked he laid me back, raised my hands above my head, and used my scarf to tie my hands to my headboard.
I’d never been tied up before. I felt strangely powerless and vulnerable as my body continued to pulse with need.
“Can you snap your fingers?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Do it. Snap.”
I did as he said.
“Good. If this gets to be too much for you to handle, if you want me to stop for any reason at all, just snap.”
He thought he’d be too much for me? I almost laughed. “I should have told you the same thing.”
