Chapter 4
Casey
I’m dragged into his apartment. I catch vague glimpses of a clean and modern interior. His furniture is all extremely expensive and obsessively minimalist. The color scheme is beige, gray, and white.
I used to joke with Natalie that his apartment is where passion goes to die. Like it’s a library or something.
Now I realize how stupid and wrong I was.
Declan kisses me again, dragging me toward the stairs.
I’m swept away by him, kissing back, biting his lip as he bites me in return, his fists in my hair.
I reach the steps and he stoops down, hands grabbing my ass and yanking me up.
I yelp in shock as he makes me wrap my legs around his middle, his big palms gripping my butt tightly.
He doesn’t miss a beat. He only keeps kissing me as he carries me up into his bedroom.
I’ve never been in here before. I don’t get a chance to study it since he’s busy kissing me and ripping off my clothes, but it’s like the downstairs. Simple, luxurious, and modern.
Moonlight streams in through huge windows. The view of the city is absolutely breathtaking. Lights twinkle in the nearby high-rises.
Declan drops to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach, palms gripping my ass.
I lace my fingers through his hair. It’s all messy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with a single lock out of place, and now I can do whatever I want with it.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he says as he pushes up the hem of my dress. He kisses my hips, my belly, and tugs at my black panties.
I mentally note to thank Natalie for convincing me to wear good underwear.
“I honestly can’t believe that.”
“You didn’t see it?” He tugs at my panties, ravishing and impatient. I moan as he kisses the top of my pubic hair, my panties around my knees, his mouth going lower and lower, teasing and probing as he makes me spread my legs as far as I can, stretching the underwear to the limit.
“I didn’t… no, I never…” I can’t form a coherent thought.
Declan is down on his knees. This massive, beautiful man is looking at me like I’m a work of art. It’s too much. My brain’s overloading.
When his mouth finds my pussy, I have to bite a knuckle to keep from screaming.
“You should have been more observant then, Casey,” he scolds, licking along my folds.
Holy shit. It’s messed up how hot it is to hear him correcting me while licking my pussy.
“I’m… I’m sorry, sir.”
“Do better next time.” His tongue licks me, teasing up and down my slit. “If you’re going to work for me, you’d better notice the details.”
“I’ll try, sir.”
“Try harder.” He licks my clit with a soft, sensual moan.
I’m going to lose my freaking mind.
His fingers slide up and down my wet slit, teasing me as he pulls back to stare into my eyes.
“You’re soaking wet, Casey.”
“I know… I’m sorry…”
“Stop apologizing.”
“I will, sorry, I mean—” I moan as he slides a finger inside of me. “Yes, sir, I will.”
“That’s a good girl.” He slides the finger in deep and curls it.
Fuck, that feels so goddamn incredible. I’m moaning, gripping his hair, inches from shattering already.
“I like how wet you are. I like the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.
I like how you hate me and call me Boss Bastard behind my back and act like I’m nothing but a monster, but all the while, you still stare at me and picture what it would be like to have my body smothering yours as my thick cock fills you up. ”
“Oh my god,” I say, back arching. I grind down into his palm. “You… you know what we call you?”
“I know everything, Casey.”
The finger slides out. I gasp in alarm as he wrenches off my panties. He unbuckles my shoes and throws them aside before unzipping my dress. It slips off, pooling around my ankles, as he stands.
I stare as he takes off his cashmere sweater. He folds it neatly and places it on a chair. I watch him unbutton his shirt, trembling, still hanging by a thread. I was inches from coming. Seconds from breaking. One stroke, one word—
But he knew. Of course he knew. And now he’s doing this on purpose. I stand there in my bra, nothing on the bottom, as Declan strips down to my opposite.
He’s bare on top. His skin is smooth, tanned, and his body is perfectly sculpted. I’ve never seen so much delicious muscle in all my life. He’s beyond fit for a man his age. It’s absurd, the way he looks.
Then there are his boxer briefs. His muscular thighs. His firm ass.
And the outline of his hard cock.
Thick and long.
Way bigger than I ever imagined.
I feel like a lump of coal beside a diamond.
But when he looks at me, I swear it’s like I’m the jewel.
His eyes blaze with how badly he wants me.
He walks closer. I’m breathing hard. Breasts rising and falling. He grabs my ass and pulls me into him.
His hard cock is smashed between us.
Oh my god. He’s like iron. I’m trembling as his thumb brushes across my mouth. I open my lips.
“That’s a good girl. You already know how to follow my orders, don’t you?”
“I have practice, sir.”
“That’s right. You do. And you’ve been so wonderful. Now can you keep being a good, obedient girl? Even while I make you my slut?”
I let out a gasp. I’ve never been talked to like that before.
But my god, I like it.
I open my mouth and lean forward, taking his thumb between my lips. I lick it lightly and realize I can taste myself.
He groans approvingly. “That’s good. I like when you take initiative.” He grips my hair tightly, almost painfully. I whimper in reply, his thumb between my lips. “But I like it better when you do what I say. I’m a controlling man, Casey. You’ll learn how to handle me.”
I seriously doubt that.
“Now, on your knees.”
“Yes, sir.” I’m trembling as I sink down.
“Bra off.”
I reach back and unhook it. He tugs his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock.
His twitching cock.
And he’s absolutely huge.
I let my bra fall to the floor. My pink nipples are so hard they’re almost painfully sensitive. I’ve always loved getting touched on my breasts. Some girls can take it or leave it, but to me it’s amazing. He reaches down and brushes his fingers over my nipples, and I let out an involuntary moan.
“Lick my tip clean now,” he orders gently. “There’s a big bead of precum waiting for you. I want you to taste it now.”
I do as he asks. I sit up on my knees as he teases my nipples and I take him into my mouth.
It’s salty and warm and not bad at all. I don’t know what I’m doing, but it doesn’t matter.
Between the way he’s touching my nipples and the pulse between my legs, what I lack in skill, I make up for in enthusiasm.
I suck him, sliding down. He moans, the first real indication that he’s finally losing control. I look up, stroking him and sucking, and he’s watching with pure passion in his eyes.
“I’m crossing so many lines with you tonight, Casey, but I can’t hold myself back any longer. You don’t have any idea how hard it’s been for me over the years. Ever since I first saw you back then… I’ve wanted you. It’s been killing me. Seven long years…”
Did he say seven? That makes no sense. I’ve worked for him for only two…
But then he twists a nipple and his cock slides deep into my throat, and I can’t think of anything but sucking him and moaning as I do it. He growls bliss and drags me to my feet, his dick popping from my lips, and he buries my mouth with his as he pulls me to the bed.
His body is iron. He’s pure steel. But he’s also warm and smells incredible, and when he throws me down onto his soft sheets, I’m squirming with how badly I want him.
But fear strikes into my stomach. “Sir… Declan…” His tip teases up and down my slit. I wrap my legs around his hips. He growls like he’s impatient and can’t wait. “It’s been… a long time… and you’re, you know…”
“Don’t worry.” He kisses me softly. “That’s why you got me nice and wet.”
His tip presses against my entrance.
Slowly, incredibly, he fills me.
I arch in shock. He’s so big. Easily the biggest thing I’ve had inside of me. It burns at first but there’s an undercurrent of pleasure. He leans down and sucks one of my nipples as he eases himself all the way in, and that contrast of pleasure makes it easier to take his massive size.
“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, stroking back out just as slowly. “Such a good little slut taking every inch of me.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan, wiggling my hips and lifting myself so he can fit deeper.
He kisses me, sucks my nipples, tells me how beautiful I am and how badly he’s wanted this for so long, and slowly the pain turns into pleasure. He goes faster, sensing the shift, his cock filling me to the brim and breaking my skull in the process.
“Such a fast learner,” he moans, fucking me deep. “Such a clever girl. Taking every bit of my fucking cock.”
I gasp, arching, digging my fingers into his back.
I’ve never heard him curse before.
I really, really like it.
“Say that again,” I moan, pleading. “Call me a slut. Call me a fucking slut.”
“Oh, listen to you, my dirty girl. You take my cock once and now you’re begging for me to call you a fucking slut.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan, reaching my hands up to press against the headboard. I’m stretched thin, right at my limit and about to finally break. “Please don’t stop.”
“I like it when you beg. You’re such a good fucking slut, Casey, following my orders and taking my big cock. God, you have no idea how fucked I am right now, and I don’t care, because it’s you.”
He strokes harder and I don’t care what he means. I moan, words gone, thoughts lost, as I lift higher and higher, getting closer to that glorious perfect ringing in my core, until he bends down and presses his lips right against my ear.
“You’re going to clean me when you’re finished coming, little slut. You know how strict I am.”
That finally cracks me straight in half.