“The corset.”
I remove my own bra and panties, feeling hot under his heated gaze. The corset is laced at the back, and I loosen it, pulling it on so that I can tighten it myself. But I needn’t have worried, Crawford is behind me immediately.
He tugs at the laces, and I suck in a breath as it cinches my waist so tight I can barely breathe.
I love the sensation, reveling in it, though I have no idea why.
Crawford’s hands caress my waist, and I reach for the panties, but he grabs my wrist. His chest is pressed against my back, and the ache between my legs intensifies with each second that passes.
I had no idea I could get this turned on this fast.
“I think maybe we should leave those off for now. Judging by how wet you got for me this morning, I wouldn’t want to ruin them before I buy them.”
His hand smooths over the front of the corset, moving down toward my legs, and he doesn’t hesitate as he pushes his hand between them, sliding over my clit and flirting with the wet heat beyond.
My head falls back on his shoulder as he leans down, angling his body so he can push a finger into me. He kicks my legs wide apart, and I let out a little cry of pleasure. I love that feeling, that he’s in control of my body and I just have to stand and take it.
He kisses my neck as his index finger pushes inside me, circling and twisting as I gasp against him.
“You need to be silent, understood?” he asks even as he crooks a finger, making me jolt. “I have a long-standing relationship with Eleanora, and I don’t want her to know that I’m fucking you in this room. Is that clear?”
I close my eyes, nodding as he pulls his finger out and then replaces it with two. I open my mouth in a silent moan as he moves around to my front, lifting me effortlessly and pressing my back to the wall.
His fingers continue to thrust into me, hard and rough, as his other arm supports me. I’m writhing against him now, pushing down onto his fingers with every thrust.
It's exquisite. I want him to use his tongue again, but instead, after a few minutes, he pulls back.
“Undo my pants.”
I fumble with the buckle but manage to get it open without much fuss, watching his huge cock spring out.Is he going to ask me to suck it?
I’ve been watching endless videos about it and feel like I’m ready to try. But my nerves return as I imagine how inexperienced it might seem compared to other girls he’s had.
I wonder how many times Megan gave him head.
“Top pocket.”
I blink up at him, his cock rubbing against my corset-clad stomach as I reach inside his jacket, pulling out the condom he apparently brought with him for just such an occasion.
He waits, and I realize he wants me to put it on his cock. I glance up at him, his pupils dilated, and he shoves his pants and underwear onto the floor. His shirt is loose now, and I’m desperate to see the play of muscles beneath it, but too shy to touch him.
I rip open the condom and place the empty packet into his outstretched hand. His cock is thick and long beneath me, and I feel a surge of need. I want to lick it. I glance up at him again, but feel my resolve falter. He’s so authoritative, so demanding.
If he wanted me to blow him, he’d ask for it.
Placing the condom on the tip, I pinch the end and roll it down his length. He pushes upward against my hand with a soft sigh.
Relieved that I’ve done it without looking like a fool, I let go of him and let out a squeak as he lifts me against the wall again, lines himself up, and shoves the tip inside me without warning.
His hand clamps over my mouth, as I arch off the wall, my eyes closing as he slowly, commandingly, pushes into me. It’s a pleasure-pain now, one chasing the other as I squirm on his cock, unable to pull back as he shoves into me inch by inch, the stretch agonizingly good.
“You’ll wear this corset under your suit at work tomorrow,” he murmurs, his hand still covering my mouth. “And I’ll bend you over my desk and fuck you until you scream. In my office, you can’t hear a sound through those doors. I’ve made sure of that. But right now, you stay silent.”
He pulls out and then shoves back into me. My back is arching away from the wall on every push. I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Yeah, that’s it, no noise,” he whispers. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear me pleasuring you, would you?”
I groan, trying to be quiet even as I hear the wet slapping sound of his cock driving into me. There’s a hollow thud every time my ass hits the wall, and the thickness of his dick is enough to make me see stars as I close my eyes. Being forced to remain silent intensifies the pleasure to a fever pitch.
