I relax in the hold of my captor now that I know it’s just Henry. But if he’s mussed my hair by manhandling me…
“It’s Lycra, asshole. Keeps my ass somewhat contained enough for this dress.” He’s already pulling my panties down, hard cock at my entrance, before I can even protest.
He grunts as he thrusts forward to fill me, one hand on my throat keeping my back tight to his chest, and one making the quick circles on my clit that he knows will have me coming soon.
“It’s probably good that you wore it, although your perfect ass could never be truly contained. It has more fabric to absorb what I’m about to give you than a thong would.”
His breath is hot against my ear, and it’sreallynot going to take me long. Which is good because, based on a cursory glance around us, it looks like we’re fucking in the McDaniels’ coat closet. I try to respond, but he doesn’t let me, tightening his grip on my throat and speeding up his thrusts as the sounds of my wetness fill the small space. It seems he can’t stop talking, a nonstop stream of praise as he fucks me so hard it’s painful without any prep.
“You were extraordinary.What gives you the right?Speaking French, cooing over babies. Perfect fucking posture, never an incorrect choice of cutlery. Yet I have you here, in a coat closet, creaming on my dick while I struggle to think of a way to fuck you like the animal I am, yet leave you intact enough to walk out of here. And you love it, don’t you? You love everything I do to you, and I’d wager you’d let me do more. Iknowwe haven’t touched the depths ofmydepravity, and I’m starting to sense we haven’t scratched the surface ofyours.”
At this, I can’t hold back my release, spasming around his dick in silence as every muscle in my body seems to contract. With two heaving breaths and three more punishing thrusts, he stills deep inside me with a tortured groan.
“Fuck, Blanche.”
I expect him to pull out and right himself immediately, in a rush to rejoin the party, but he stays buried within me. He moves his mouth back to the soft skin under my ear and nibbles, whimpering when my cunt clenches around him once again.
“You want to give me plenty of heirs, I heard, hmm?”
With one more groan, he releases me and smacks me hard on the ass as I try to capture his spend that I can already feel seeping out. He watches as it trails down my thighs before I manage to get my panties back up, then fixes me with a roguish grin.
“Wait at least a minute before you follow me out.”
With that, he’s gone, and I’m left wondering exactly how fucked I’m about to look waltzing into the ladies' sitting room. How the hell am I going to make it two more weeks on this trip if he’s going to pull me into closets between meetings to fuck me?I wonder how he’ll handle it when my period starts next week…
Chapter fifteen
Staring out my office window, I watch as the sun rises, bringing life to the city below. I’ve always marveled at the chaos that ensues on the streets. The lives of people from every walk of life weave together to become one beating heart. When I’m out there, minding my own business amid the chaos, I never take heed of the people around me, but from above, I notice every interaction. It’s the only place you’ll see a homeless person, a hustling street vendor, a gossiping socialite, and an average middle-class worker all in one block.
Middle-class workers like Blanche Bedford, the enchantress who has bewildered me, mind and soul. The secretary with perfect posture and decorum, who speaks fluent French, who used all the correct goddamn forks. I haven’t been able to stop my imagination from thinking of what life would be like if she were by my side. I’ve already decided I’m getting that woman pregnant regardless, but thoughts of our children running around in the privacy of her secret residence have shifted to them at my side in public, sporting my last name. Thoughts of their mother on my arm, her womb full yet again. I have yet tofight the fantasy of my brilliant girl giving me business advice while I rub her aching feet. And I damn sure haven’t been able to stop thinking about all the more salacious activities the two of us could get up to.
The truth is, she’s unlike any woman I’ve ever known before. And she had the audacity to say she went to school with women even more ruthless than her. There’s no fucking way. The only place that could produce such a woman is Themyscira, if she’s Diana Prince herself. I’ve clearly underestimated her, and I won’t do it again. I need to figure out where Blanche Bedford came from…
“Henry? I would’ve knocked, but the door was open and…”
The moment her angelic voice hits my ears, I’m out of my seat, striding toward her and pulling her against me, cutting her off with my lips on hers. It’s as if I can finally breathe again with her in my arms, so I hold her with all my might as our kiss deepens.
It’s only been a day since we parted ways, but I felt every minute of her absence. I suppose I might have to lock her in my basement after all. That way, I can be sure to get my hit of her on the weekends, since I technically see her every day at work. God, if I could live inside her kiss, I would, but to my dismay, she pulls away from me, her brow resting on mine.
“Henry, I didn’t know if you would want to continue being as…open with things now that we’re back in the office,” she says breathlessly.
“No offense, darling, but you’re not the first employee I’ve fucked. I never cared about keeping them hidden, and I’m damn sure not concerned about people seeing you on my arm or my cock. The people in the office know to keep their mouths shut.”
Pulling back, I see uncertainty painted on Blanche’s perfect face. I lead her toward my desk and pick her up so that she’s sitting on the edge. “Don’t worry, nobody here is going to think any less of you.”
“And your father? Is he going to buy our ruse if he gets word that the two of us are…romantic?”
“Oh, Blanche, my dear.” Cupping her chin, I gently trace my thumb across her lower lip while I lift her gaze to mine. “What you and I are going to get into has absolutely nothing to do with romance.”
My feisty girl tries and fails to hide her smirk as she levels me with her siren eyes. “Henry, seriously, after what we pulled with the McDaniel family, you don’t think he’s going to have something to say?”
“You let me handle my father,” I say, hoping my forced smile is convincing enough to fool this brilliant bombshell.
I’m leaning down to take her mouth again, but I straighten immediately when the voice that haunts my nightmares fills the room. “Hello, son. Did I hear you say something about your father?”
“Speak of the devil,” I mumble under my breath as he immediately moves to the beauty sitting on my desk.
“You must be the new secretary I’ve been hearing so much about. It’s Blanche, right?” He shakes her hand like the gentleman he is not, giving her the soft eyes he’s spent his life perfecting in order to fool everyone he meets. “Why, you’re a pretty little thing. I can see why my son has taken a liking to you, sweetheart. I hear I owe you a thank you for helping the Sinclair company finally land the deal with the McDaniels. And also an apology for having to act as the beloved of my lecherous offspring.”
