“What do you mean?” I ask innocently.
He huffs, his nostrils flaring as he paces the room.
“You feeling okay, Dr. Adams?”
“Don’t fucking start, Mia. I’ve got the biggest case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life.”
“You could have finished yourself off.” I shrug.
He steps into my space, his hand reaching for my throat as he pulls my face up to his. His thumb rubs over my bottom lip, and for a second I forget how to breathe. I forget where we are, what we’re doing here. I forget why I wanted to give him blue balls inthe first place because every instinct I have is telling me to get on my knees and relieve him of this torture. He looks anguished, pained, and I did that to him. The guilt creeps up my spine and settles on my neck, making my head feel heavy.
“You really think that fucking my fist would give me the relief I need after I’ve had your hot wet mouth sucking on me, Mia?” he whispers against my lips as his hand snakes between my thighs, cupping my sex. “Or this tight pussy? This fucking pussy…I’ve never had anything like it. It’s consumed every fucking thought I’ve had for months, but this week has been pure torture. Becausenow I know.I know exactly what you taste like, what it feels like when you’re squeezed around me. I know the sounds you make when you come, how your eyes roll back and you bite your lip.” He pops my lip free of his thumb and I instinctively bite down, keeping control of the tremble I feel.
“Do you understand? I can’t fuck my fist, Mia. I can’t do anything. Not without your fucking say so, because you own me. You own my cock, my fingers, my tongue, everything.”
“Alfie…” I whisper…or is it more of a beg? It sounds like I’m begging. But for what, I don’t know. I need him, in a way that I can’t even describe, and it terrifies me. He hasn’t told me the truth I wanted, but it might be the one I need. I need to feel wanted, cherished, owned. I need to feel like I have some control over this situation, especially given our power imbalance. Seeing him so raw and honest about his feelings, even if it’s predominantly lust, makes my body want to give in.
My knees weaken, my fingers tug at his sweater, my mouth waters. It’s ready to let him back in. He might want more from me now, but mentally I keep myself in check. My body has crossed over to him; it’s gone, ready to be filled and obliterated, but my mind is mine. I won’t give over that part of myself, not when he could so easily change his.
“I’m still mad at you. You’re hiding something from me.”
His head dips down, his forehead resting on mine as his eyes close. Frustration rolls off him in waves.
“Can we talk about this at home? I’ll…I’ll tell you everything.”
Home.
“You promise?”
“I promise.” His dark eyes are so intense I can’t help but believe him. He’s staring so vehemently, like his very soul is on the line.
“Alfie?”
“Yeah, love.” He wets his lips, his tongue peeking out, a stark reminder of what he can do with it.
“I need you.” My voice is whiny and small.
“Now?”
I nod, my nose rubbing against his.
He seems to be at war with himself for a moment. But before I can blink, his fingers grip the back of my neck, and he crushes my mouth to his.
“Thank fuck,” he murmurs. “God, you’re not going to make me wait again, are you? I’ll do anything,anythingyou ask.”
“I need you to fuck me, Alfie, right now.”
“This is going to be quick, love. So fucking quick. Can you get there with me?”
A gravelly whimper escapes my lips, and I kneel on the couch, my elbows resting on the back. Alfie lifts my skirt and pulls my thong down my thighs, pocketing it.
He lines himself up with my entrance, pushing in quickly, his hard length engulfed. I’m so full I can feel him in my throat. He doesn’t pause to check on me. He’s too far gone for that. Too lost in the moment of fucking his employee on his friend’s couch as they wait for us downstairs. It’s debaucherous, scandalous; if I could breathe for a second, I might feel embarrassed, but I don’t. I don’t have time to think about anything except the slide of his cock as he thrusts himself home.
I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit as he continues his assault behind me.
“Rub it, love, rub it for me. I’m gonna treat you so fucking good, Mia. You’re never going to want to leave. I promise you, love. Fuck, I’m going to count you down and then you’re going to come over my cock. Can you do that for me, Mia?”
“Yes, yes.” I rub myself, my fingers slippery from the arousal leaking out of me.
