Chapter 12 #2
I tut darkly. “And if I were to sink my fingers into your pretty pussy to check just how wet you are, I think I’d find that you are lying and are most definitely into older men, don’t you?”
“No.”
This stubborn woman has my dick so fucking hard I might come in my goddamn boxers any minute. And I haven’t done that since… well… I was a teenager.
She’s scrambling my brain and my bodily functions.
Using my foot to widen her legs, I push one of her feet out, then the other, spank her ass then slide the lace fabric of her panties to the side. Moving my fingers between her thighs, I push a thick digit inside of her dripping pussy.
“Fucking knew it.” I lick the length of her neck and move my finger in and out of her wet heat.
“Nathan.” Desperate to fuck, she rides my finger, and I slide another one inside of her, giving her exactly what she wants, making her juices drip down my fingers and onto my knuckle.
“You like that, baby girl, but you wish it was my cock filling your pretty cunt, don’t you?”
“No.”
I hum in her ear as if considering what I say next. “Liar.” I add another finger, stretching her greedy hole. “Admit it, you don’t hate me.”
“I do hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” I think she hates herself for liking me.
“I hate your grumpy ass.” A long groan fills the empty space as she tries to tighten her inner thighs around my hand to chase her release, the walls of her pussy tightening around my fingers.
“That’s such a shame, because I quite like my naughty little secretary and for most of the afternoon, I’ve been imagining all the ways I would like to bend you over my desk and fuck you into oblivion.”
Much quicker now, I finger fuck her. She removes one of her hands from the wall to between her legs to rub her clit, as if to get herself there quicker, but there is no way I’m allowing that, so I slap her hand away with my other hand. “No fucking way, Ari. Just me.”
My words only make her whimper some more.
“Tell me you like me,” I order.
“No.”
“Say. It.” I force my words through gritted teeth. “Or I won’t let you come.” I rub her inner walls, willing her orgasm to come out and play.
“No.”
“Fine.” I pull my fingers out of her slick center, causing her to let out a frustrated whine.
Almost sobbing, she begs, “Don’t stop.”
I don’t feel like being a gentleman tonight. “No.” I flatten my front to her back, pressing her firmly against the wall. “Like I said, it’s you that needs a lesson in pleasantries, not me, and you didn’t say please .”
“Go to hell.” Huffing, she tries to push back but I hold her firmly in place with my broad body.
“Already there, baby.” Because I know how sweet her pussy tastes, and working with her every day is like living in Satan’s den of iniquity without being allowed to play if I never get to taste it again.
When she turns to face me, I lift my fingers that were just inside of her, then rub the tips across her bottom lip. “Taste,” I command.
The way she flicks her tongue out and licks my digits sparks memories of the way she sucked my cock three weeks ago as if I was the best thing she’d ever tasted, and all the blood rushes to the end of my dick, making it pound harder.
“Good girl.” It’s the second thing she’s done without protest.
And the way her pupils dilate confirms to me that she likes my praise. She liked it the other night and she is most definitely into me.
I wonder how long she’ll keep denying it.
“See you tomorrow morning, Arianna.” I back away, palm my hard cock, readjusting it to ease the pressure, then unlock the door and yank it open, leaving the stall quicker than her brain can keep up with.
It’s also the last thing I want to do, but to hell with it, she’s not the one in control here. I am.
“And don’t even think about playing with yourself.” That’s my job. “Or I will know,” I call back over my shoulder.
What the hell am I saying? This is messed up.
Arianna yells from behind me as I take long strides toward the exit. “You can’t leave me like this,” she squeals. Fucking squeals like a woman on the edge, which she is.
Oh yes, I can leave you, baby girl, oh yes I fucking can.
Because I just know she’ll be screaming the word please , and admitting how much she likes me, before the week is through.
When what I should really be doing is staying away from her like I promised her I would.
But some part of me just can’t help myself.
“Nathaniel,” she calls after me, but I ignore her as I unlock the main door and exit the restroom with unshakable confidence.
Walking past a line of women waiting to enter, I ignore their stares and gasps of disapproval.
Smoothing down my tie, I rebutton my suit jacket, and stretch out the tension in my neck, moving it one way and then the other. I’m going to have blue balls until I get home, but fuck it, I have a new memory to jerk off to tonight; spanking Arianna might just be my new favorite thing.
Guilt and disappointment coils around my gut like a boa constrictor suffocating its prey.
Add self-loathing to that list for wanting someone I shouldn’t be wanting: my secretary.
Why is this happening to me? And why can’t I stop?
I know I’m playing with fire, only I think I’m going to be the one that burns to ashes.