I could open my argument, yell at him, and throw insults that wouldn’t come close to piercing his brittle exterior. Or…
Or.
With a flick of my wrist, the office door locks behind me, and I make a show of slowly dropping to my knees. It hurts to crane my neck to keep eye contact with him as I slowly cross the room, but I suffer, and seeing the lust laced with fear in his eyesis heady. He’s right to fear me, especially after what he pulled today.
When I reach him, sprawled out in his chair like he owns the place, which I suppose he does, I methodically remove his shoes and socks. Still silent, he lifts his hips to allow me to pull off his trousers and boxers, only raising an eyebrow when I take the cigarette from his mouth and take my own long drag.
I luxuriate in the burn, the nicotine exquisite as it joins the sparking rage still simmering under the surface of my skin. It’s a volatile combination, and I feel primed to explode, like an open tank of gasoline that shouldn’t be anywhere near a flame.
Better put it out, then.
Exhaling all my smoke directly into Henry’s face, his own anger and cough a cool tonic to my burn, I gently move the cigarette to his left pec andpush.
With a roar at the unexpected pain, he pushes me off my haunches and onto my back, and I cackle as he rips the rest of his shirt off before pinning me to the floor. His hand around my throat is tight enough to kill if he wanted to, and we both know it.
Fuck, I’m wet.
“Are you deranged, bitch? Did you want to make me mad enough to hate fuck you the way whores enjoy? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You’re what’s wrong with me!” I scream in his face, unleashing the whip of anger that’s been longing to strike. “You narcissistic, lying son of a bitch—”
He’s laughing now, flipping me over onto my stomach and pushing into me bare in a blink.
“Here you go, slut. You wanted my cock again? You can have it. You think being engaged means I won’t be using my little free-use secretary anymore?”
It’s hard to remember my endgame when he’s slamming into my G-spot with every punishing thrust and threatening mycervix with direct insemination. I need him exhausted, though, and hopefully at least a little pussy drunk.Unless he really didn’t mean anything he ever said…I stay silent.
“Where are all your whore moans, hmm? Was this not what you wanted? I can’t say I’m complaining…I’ve missed watching this fat ass recoil while you take me. No condom, Blanche. I’m sure you noticed. I’ve been thinking it might be fun to have you and Natalya pregnant at the same time. You could do your little mommy-to-be classes together, see whose tits get bigger.”
It’s impossible not to clench at his degradation, even as I continue to seethe.
“I’m gonna fill you up, and you better hope it takes. I told Carter that after I got at least two out of you, he could breed you if he wanted. You know how he is, though. Fucker might see it as competition and start really coming after you. If you want peace anytime soon, you’d better hope mine sticks.”
Fuck him,I’m flying. A painful orgasm wracks its way through me, oil on the flames that have been threatening to consume me since I stepped into this room. With a deep groan, Henry stills behind me, and I feel the pulse of the seed he’s so proud of filling me to the brim. He falls backward dramatically, stretching his hands above his head and lying naked and splayed between the heavy marble coffee table that dominates the seating area of his office and his desk.
After two back-to-back rounds, I should have a few minutes at least before he rouses. A soft snore tells me he must have had a long day, and padding over closer, I can see the bags under his eyes. Maybe he’s been up all night lately tending to hisfiancée.
Good for her.
Hoping that he’s as well prepared as he was the last time I was in his office, I quietly open the lower desk drawer and thumb the pressure point for the false bottom. It opens to reveal multiple sets of handcuffs and some silk rope, exactly where he lefteverything the last time he threatened a repeat of our basement kidnapping weekend.
I wince as I click the handcuffs around each of his wrists, then use the other set to secure him to a leg of his immovable desk. It’s a point of pride for Henry how heavy and well-made all the furniture in this office is, so he won’t be going anywhere. The cuffs are similarly top of the line, and he stands no chance of escape without the key.
His legs are harder to deal with, and hemayeventually get himself out of the silk rope, even with my rudimentary knowledge of bondage ties. He’ll have to decide whether it’s worth it to risk cutting off circulation to his feet to try to get free. He’s a smart enough man. I doubt he’ll take the chance.
With the mighty Henry Sinclair Jr. secured, naked as the day he was born, across the floor of his grand office, I’m ready to provide his wake-up call. Squatting over his face, I take a moment to admire his features, softened with sleep but no less devastating.Our children really would be gorgeous…
Sitting down with force, I cover his nose and mouth with my pussy and wait. He might choke on his own cum if I’m not careful, but that’s not my problem.
Soon, he thrashes slightly before his eyes pop open, wildly searching to make sense of why he’s immobilized and suffocating. His muffled yelp of alarm vibrates my clitjust right,and I can’t help but moan and rock back and forth, unfortunately allowing him room to speak.
“Whatthefuck? Get off me!” His muffled protests only spur me on.
“Clean me up. Surely, you love the taste of yourself as much as you do everything else about you. Be a good boy for me, Henry.”
He whimpers and thrusts his tongue into my messy channel, and I'm so primed from the power of having him helpless beneath me that I shatter again. He groans, lapping up myrelease, seemingly blissfully forgetting that he's at my mercy. Eating his fill, it’s not until I continue to grind, covering his nose and mouth again, that he remembers his predicament and starts squirming again.
He’s lucky I’m too sensitive for his tongue, and he takes a deep breath as I slide down to slot myself against his rapidly hardening cock.
