I do it, and feel it tumble down my back. The pressure increases as he pushes a finger deeper, flirting with my entrance as he dips the tip inside.
“Get on the desk,” he says hoarsely, and I step back, and sit down on the surface.
Before I can register what he’s planning to do, he’s pulled my tights and my panties down, my legs dangling over the side, my shoes still on.
I shudder as he gets on his knees and looks up at me.
“I’m going to make you come, you will not make a sound, is that clear?”
All I can do is nod as he dives forward, his tongue lapping at my body, hot and insistent. I lean back on the desk, my fingers pressing against the folder he placed there only moments before.
The wicked glide of his tongue is exquisite, and his fingers gripping my thighs are proprietary and determined. I put both my hands behind me, leaning back on them as he sucks and licks at me, his tongue plunging inside me over and over again as my breathing intensifies. I’m worried I’m going to come in seconds.
As I’m balancing on the edge of my orgasm, he suddenly stands up, and I watch as he undoes his belt and opens his fly.
His cock springs out, already leaking, and he moves as if to shove it inside me. In that moment, I want that more than anything, but the desperate desire also reminds me why I took this job.
I close my legs.
He stops, looking up at me with a more than frustrated glare. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m still not ready for full-on sex at this point,” I say calmly, and he steps forward, tugging me against him.
“You’re a fucking cocktease. Isn’t that illegal in your line of work?” he growls, but he’s smirking as he presses his body against me. I can feel the long length of his cock rubbing between my legs.
“If you want to fuck me, you pay me in cash,” I say, the idea solidifying in my mind as I fight the orgasm licking between my legs. His dick is right there. I could just shove it inside me and let him go to town.
Boy, do I want that, but not yet.
“In cash?” he says. “Why, you having a fight with the IRS?”
I laugh, surprised at how amused he looks. “I just prefer hard cash I can hold in my hand. So sue me.”
“Fuck, I really need to put you in your place,” he whispers, and a small smile breaks over his face as my body shudders. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jacqueline? I think secretly you want to be controlled.”
The truth in those words alarms me. I cry out as he lowers his hand and shoves two fingers inside me without warning. I arch against him, grunting as he covers my mouth with his other hand.
“You’re gonna come on my fingers, instead of my dick, and then you’re going to suck my cock down the back of your throat until you can’t breathe. Is that clear? I want you drinking my cum within five minutes. I have a meeting to go to.”
I groan again as he twists his fingers inside me and rubs his cock against my thigh.
This man is going to be the death of my self-control.
That evening, after I leave the office, I head to Sterling House to meet with Pippa.
As I get into the elevator, I swallow around the soreness in my throat. Mr. Asshole wasn’t impressed with my refusing to fuck him, and he’d been ruthless, brutal even, as he filled my mouth with his dick.
And why did I love that so much?
The darkness in his eyes as he fucked my throat was all-consuming, and I almost came a second time just from the way he spoke to me, like I exist only for his pleasure.
After he was done with my mouth, he’d told me he was looking forward to our first real fuck, and I was shocked when he requested to do it without protection.
Pippa had explained the parameters around that, and the stringent rule that the agency worked by under those circumstances. We would both get tested to ensure our safety, and neither of us would be allowed to fuck other people outside the job.
That suited me fine—I barely had time to do anything except work and fuck him as it was, but it intrigued me that he would agree to that too.
I couldn’t believe he would only want to fuckmewith all the women he must have flocking around him all the time. But then, he probably wasn’t thinking about the long term. With how things were between us, I’d be lucky to last the week.
