Session 33

Chapter fort five-

Solomon had been teasing me for days, making me squirm in my own skin, and I was starting to lose my mind. He was punishing me for holding back, for denying him in the conference room that day, and he was loving every second of it. I could tell he was doing it on purpose. It was in the way he looked at me, his gaze lingering too long, his eyes darkening when they met mine. It was the way his fingers brushed my skin, like he couldn’t help himself every time I passed by. He had been doing it ever since the conference room—pulling me in, kissing me like he was trying to carve his name into my fucking soul, and then stopping, leaving me breathless and fucking horny, ready to crawl out of my skin. It was like he was trying to make me break, to make me beg, and the worst part was, it was working.

Now, we were on his sofa, and it was all too much. His mouth was on my neck, my collarbone, tracing the line of my jaw, and I was grinding in his lap like I didn’t know better. His hands were everywhere, his lips tracing my neck, my cleavage, my face, and I was lost, completely wrapped up in him. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, and it was driving me crazy too. I needed him to break for me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore and was about to beg this man, the fire alarm went off, loudly. I should’ve cared, should’ve been concerned, but arousal had settled heavy and wet between my thighs, and all I could think about was sitting on his dick.

“Just let it go,” I murmured, my voice thick and raspy from need. I didn’t give a fuck about the alarm. I didn’t give a fuck about anything but him. But Solomon just laughed, a deep, rough sound that sent shivers down my spine, and lifted himself off the sofa, taking me with him as he stood. Then, just as easily, he set me back down, his hands lingering on my hips before he finally let go.

“Can’t let my place burn down,” he said, shaking his head at me. He didn’t even have the decency to hide his smirk. He turned and headed to the kitchen, leaving me sitting there, flushed and frustrated, my body still humming.

He came back a few moments later, the smell of burnt meat filling the air. “It’s burnt to a crisp. I’ll take you out,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I don’t want to go out,” I replied, my voice low. I dragged my tongue across my lips. I didn’t need to go anywhere. I wanted to stay right here, with him, and finish what we started. “I’d rather do something else right here. I ain’t even hungry.” I lied.

His smile widened, and he reached out, pulling me up from the sofa. “No. Let’s go.”

The next morning, I was still thinking about the night before as I made my way to Solomon’s office, bright and early before his staff would arrive.

I wasn’t supposed to be there—Veronica was coming back today, and my time playing his assistant was over. But I couldn’t stay away, not after last night.

When I walked in, Solomon looked up from his desk, surprise flashing in his eyes. He stood immediately, crossing the room to pull me into a kiss that made my toes curl.

“I thought Veronica was coming back today,” he muttered against my skin, his voice low, gravelly.

“She is,” I replied, stepping out of his hold and letting the trench coat I’d worn fall open, the red lace clinging to my wet pussy, barely covering anything.

He sucked in a breath. He didn’t say a word, just stared at me, his eyes raking over my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. I laughed softly, enjoying the power I felt in that moment.

“Meet me in the conference room,” I said, my voice a command, not a request.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Solomon followed me, the door to the conference room barely closing behind him before he was on me, his mouth crashing against mine with a hunger that matched my own. It was all heat and desperation, his hands rough as they found their way under my coat, pulling at the straps of my lingerie.

He pushed my coat off my shoulders, tearing at the lace, gripping my thighs, my breasts. “You about to get me fired.” He lifted me like I weighed nothing, setting me on the edge of the table.

“You’re the boss, though,” I said as I tugged at his belt, unbuckling it with hands that shook, just a little, with anticipation.

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. I could feel him, hard against me, and I couldn’t wait any longer. “Please, Solomon,” I breathed out, my tone impatient. With a rough tug, he pulled my panties to the side. He rubbed his dick up and down my pussy, then used the head to circle my clit.

“You made me wait, you can wait.” His eyes were on my slit like he was talking to her.

Leaning in and bowing his head, using his teeth, he ripped the lace covering my breast. Then he dragged his teeth across my dime-sized right nipple at the same time, with one swift motion, pushed inside me. He had so much dick, too much really. The stretch burned. My body was shaking, and my heart was racing.

“Shit,” he cursed. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he moved inside me, hitting the bundle of nerves in the back of my pussy. He covered my scream by placing his mouth over mine, fucking it with his tongue.

I clung to him, my breath coming in gasps. I could hear his employees starting to come in. He moved faster.

The table creaked beneath us. I felt tension coil inside me, ready to snap.

It didn’t take long. The pleasure hit me like a freight train. Solomon followed a moment later, a low, guttural sound escaping him as he filled me with his cum, his body going rigid against mine.

When it was over, we were both breathless, faces slick with sweat, clothes askew. I pushed myself up on my elbows, watching him slide his cum-coated dick out of me. I looked up, and there was a satisfied smile on his lips.

He stared at me, shaking his head like the pussy had him at a loss for words. He hadn’t even started fixing his clothes.

It was my turn to smirk.

“You have to get back to work,” I said, my voice still a little shaky. I slid off the table, adjusting my coat over my torn lingerie, and without looking back, I left the conference room, leaving him standing there.