Chapter 20
There was the barest of moments when what she’d said didn’t register.
Someplace in my mind asserted that she couldn’t possibly have just said what I thought I heard.
To challenge me in that way would be akin to a kitten going up to a lion and biting its paw just to get a rise out of him.
Bold. Intriguing. Sexy. Confident.
Sure, it was all those things, but it was also the very definition of begging for it.
The apartment was silent, except for the muted sounds of the city filtering through the windows.
Very calmly, I shrugged out of my coat, folded it in half, and draped it over the nearest chair. I then unbuckled and flipped open the leather satchel I used as a laptop bag and pulled out the small, black plastic bag nestled inside.
Turning my back to her, I dumped the sack’s contents out onto the hall table, cracking open the hard plastic packaging of one item, while tearing off the tag of another.
Finally, the silence was too much for her. “In case it wasn’t clear, that was your cue to leave. I said I’d stay here for the night but that’s only because you made going back to my own apartment a little tricky. Once the dust clears, I’m sure I’ll be able to convince my landlord to forget about it.”
I kept my back turned as I unhooked my gold cuff links and untied my tuxedo bow tie before tossing them both in the expensive Murano glass bowl.
She sighed heavily. “I’m hoping I can rely on you for a decent referral after all this. I would appreciate it if you could look past our… personal differences… and focus on my work product. I’ll need something when I start searching for another position.”
She was twisting the knife but I continued to ignore her as I unbuckled my belt and whipped it through the loops before wrapping it in a circle and tossing it on top of the other contents of the bowl.
Truth be told, my rage was such that I didn’t trust myself with the belt around her.
She sighed again. “Are you going to say anything?”
I straightened my shoulders and tilted my head to one side, then the other, cracking my neck. “Yes… Run.”
“What?”
I shrugged out of my tuxedo jacket. “I suggest you run because you are not going to like what happens when I catch you.”
Her audible gasp was all I heard before she took off down the hallway, leaving only her crumpled blanket on the floor in her wake.
Gathering the items I had purchased earlier, I followed.
Before I could turn the corner, she had slammed the nearest bedroom door shut.
I had planned on doing this in the main bedroom but one of the guest rooms would suffice.
Without bothering to knock, I stepped back and kicked the door open.
Eddie was standing in the center of the room but she quickly scurried to the far corner. “I know you’re mad?—”
I denied it. “Mad? Babygirl, I’m looking at mad in the rearview mirror.”
The items I was holding got tossed into the center of the bed.
Her eyes widened at the lube, butt plug, spider gag and other toys.
“Hell no!”
The corner of my mouth lifted as I untucked my tuxedo shirt and pulled it over my head. “Screaming here will help you even less than back at my office.”
She started for the doorway.
I blocked her path, kicking the door shut. “Not so fast.”
“Harrison. Let’s talk about this.”
I shook my head. “Too late. I wanted to talk. You said no.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
I stalked toward her. “So have I. Take off your clothes.”
“What happens if I say no?”
I shrugged. “I tear them off.”
“You can’t do this.”
I tilted my head to the side, observing her. “Tell you what, babygirl. Prove to me you’re not turned on right now at the idea of being forced to submit to me, and I’ll turn right around and leave.”
She swallowed. “Of course, I’m not turned on. You’re my boss—former boss. You have a fiancée?—”
“A fake fiancée as part of a business agreement.”
“What’s the difference?”
“For one, I have no intention of fucking her. Unlike my intentions toward you.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, that’s not going to happen because I’ve already told you I’m not turned on.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to need to see some evidence proving it.”
“How am I supposed to?—”
I flicked my eyes down then back up.
She shook her head. “Oh, no! No way.”
“Do you want to get out of here or not?”
Her gaze traveled around the room.
I smirked. “You’re wasting your time. The only way out is through me—or under me.”
“I could sue you for this.”
“I’ll save you the time. How much do you want as a settlement? A million? Two? Ten? I’ll pay it.”
Her shoulders slumped. “How am I supposed to prove it to you?”
“Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she did as she was told.
I approached her, already smelling the warmth of her skin and the faint remnants of her perfume.
She was wearing a gray hoodie with I Heart NY on it and a pair of leggings.
Stepping behind her, I ordered, “Kick off your sneakers.”
She inhaled a trembling breath but slipped out of her simple canvas sneakers.
Standing close but not touching her, I said, “Now slide off your leggings.”
She turned her head to glance at me over her shoulder.
I barked, “Face the wall.”
She whipped her head forward again. Then she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and slowly bent in half as she pulled them down over her hips and thighs until they pooled at her feet.
She hissed the moment my hands spanned her naked hips under the long hem of her hoodie.
“Step out of your leggings and push your hips back.”
Her breathing was labored as she slowly did as I commanded.
Aching to touch her, but refusing myself the pleasure until she admitted defeat, I kicked her leggings away and nudged her legs open further with my foot.
She was now doubled over, her palms pressed against the wall with her hips pushed out.
I knelt behind her.
“What are you?—”
I cut her off. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
After placing my hands on the backs of her thighs, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her sweet, fully aroused pussy. I moaned. “Tastes like winning.”
“It doesn’t prove anything.”
I caressed her pussy, teasing her clit with the two middle fingers of my right hand. “It proves everything.”
Rising, I stretched my arm out and grabbed the silver metal butt plug. Leaning over her bent-over body, I said, “Open your mouth.”
Eddie whimpered but did as she was told.
I pushed the wide plug between her lips and rolled it over her tongue. “Good girl. Get it nice and wet because next it’s going up your tight little asshole.”
She tried to shake her head and talk around the plug. “No! I’de neber?—”
“Shhh. Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
After pulling the plug free, I laid a restraining hand on her lower back. “Push out your hips.”
I ran the rounded tip of the plug between her cheeks.
She clenched.
Shifting my hand from her back, I spanked her several times. “Do. Not. Clench.”
She sniffed. “Please, I don’t want you to stick anything in my ass.”
I leaned over her and nipped at her earlobe before whispering, “How does it feel to want?”
Before she could react, I pressed the tip of the butt plug against her puckered hole.
She shifted her hips forward.
“Do you want another spanking?”
“No.”
“Then push your hips out and don’t clench.”
Watching as the delicate skin around her hole resisted, I pushed harder until the plug finally slipped past her tight muscle ring.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! No! Take it out.”
I tapped the circular, fake-diamond handle of the plug before giving it a twist.
The movement caused her to rise up on her toes, pushing her ass higher in the air. She protested even louder. “Please! It’s too full. It hurts.”
I chuckled. “This is just your trial plug. Wait until I force you to accept the inflatable one.”
A tremor wracked her body.
I reached onto the bed and picked up another toy. “Now turn around and get on your knees.”
She obeyed but not without a wince as she tried to move with the intrusion deep inside her ass.
“Take off your hoodie.”
I was pleased to see she didn’t have a bra on. I held up the spider gag. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth nice and wide.”
A tear slid over her cheek before she licked her lips and then opened her mouth.
I gingerly placed the metal prongs into her mouth, prying her lips open, before buckling it behind her neck. Taking a step back, I slowly lowered my zipper and pulled out my already erect cock.
Her eyes widened.
I grasped her chin. “You’re going to suck my cock like a good little whore, or I’m going to get my belt and make you wish you had. Understood?”
She nodded, more tears falling down her cheeks.
I traced her lips with the head of my cock before pushing it into her mouth. I threw my head back and groaned, trying to resist the urge to make her deep-throat me right then and there.
Her hands pushed against my thighs while I slowly thrust into her mouth.
The gag prevented her from biting down or closing her lips.
I had complete control over her.
Her shoulders hitched and she gurgled and gagged each time the tip of my cock pressed against the back of her throat.
I stroked her hair before twisting my fist into it. “Do you like being forced to submit to me, baby? Do you like me forcing my cock down your throat?”
She moaned before nodding.
I smiled. Goddamn, she was the perfect woman for me. I thrust in deeper, gagging her.
Her tongue swept the sensitive underside of my shaft as I increased the pace. I applied pressure on her head, pushing her forward. “That’s it, babygirl. Take my cock in your sweet mouth. I want to feel your nose against my stomach.”
Her eyes widened as she tried to plead with me despite the gag and my cock down her throat.
Ignoring her pleas, I pressed harder. Pushing past her gag reflex until the ring of muscle at the back of her throat clenched around the head of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s it. Swallow me.”
I pushed in the last few inches until her chin brushed my balls and the tip of her cute nose hit my stomach.
Another time, I would last longer and savor the feeling, but not tonight. Tonight her submission and the feel of her throat was too wickedly amazing.
I thrust several more times before I eased back and grasped my saliva-slicked cock to release a warm stream of come onto her tongue.
I leaned down and helped her to her feet before I pushed her back to sit on the edge of the bed. After grabbing her legs and spreading them, I gave her an order. “I’m going to lick this delicious pussy and when I’m done, I better see my come still melting on your tongue.”
Kneeling before her, I flicked my tongue over her clit and didn’t relent until her hips bucked and her body trembled with her release.
When I rose over her body, her mouth was still open from the gag. My come pooled in the center of her tongue. I pushed my fingers past her lips and coated them with my own release.
I then flipped her onto her stomach. By now I was already hard again.
I unbuckled the spider gag and asked, “Are you ready to take my cock up your tight ass?”
The moment the gag fell away, she looked over her shoulder. “Please, Harrison. You can’t!”
Pulling her up onto her knees, I spanked her ass several times for good measure with my free hand before I tugged on the handle of her butt plug.
Eddie groaned and fell forward onto her forearms to bury her head in the coverlet.
I watched her asshole stretch around the plug and resist as I slowly pulled it out.
Eddie moaned as the pressure increased.
Finally, her asshole gave way and the plug popped out. The moment it did, I swept my come-coated fingers over her still gaping hole.
Preparing her.
Stepping close to the edge of the bed, my cock brushed her ass cheeks as the fronts of my thighs brushed the backs of hers. I ran my hand over her back and twisted her long locks in my hand.
I wrenched on her hair and growled, “What do you say?”
She whimpered. “Don’t make me say it.”
I notched the tip of my cock in her still slightly gaping hole that was now a tempting cream pie. “Say it. Show me what a good little whore you are. Beg me to fuck your ass.”
She shifted her hips as she rasped, “I’m scared.”
I reached around her and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple, already knowing how much she liked that. “You should be. This is going to hurt like hell, but I know you’re going to like the pain. Aren’t you, baby?”
Her body jerked under my grasp and my filthy promise.
“Oh God! Treat me like your little whore. Fuck my… fuck my ass.”
I thrust forward.
Her scream mingled with my guttural groan of pleasure.
Tightening my hold on her hair, I gripped her hip and thrust again. Pushing her past her limits as my cock stretched her asshole. Watching her little hole stretch around my girth was the single sexiest thing I had ever witnessed.
I thrust again, each time pressing into her deeper. “Where’s my cock, baby?”
She moaned. “In my ass.”
“Does it hurt, babygirl?”
She breathed heavily, her smooth back glowing with a slick sheen of sweat. “Yes. Oh God, it hurts.”
I pounded in several more times. “Do you want me to come in your ass?”
“Yes, please, please, please come!”
I spanked her right cheek. “That’s not what I asked.”
“Yes, please come in my ass.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m your good little whore.”
Still I held off for several more minutes to press my fingers against her clit, needing to feel her come one more time before I did.
The moment her body stiffened then trembled, I let out a roar and smashed my hips against her ass as I spilled my hot come deep inside of her.
* * *
Eddie moanedwhen I swept her into my arms after stripping out of the rest of my clothes.
I kissed her forehead. “Shhh, babygirl. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I started a nice warm shower for us.”
Her head rested against my shoulder. “This was wrong,” she whispered. “You were my boss. You’re a married man.”
I carried her over the bathroom threshold. “No, sweetheart. It wasn’t wrong and I’m not married. That woman is nothing more than a business deal. I’ve told you that. And I am still your boss.”
She shook her head which I ignored, keeping her in my arms while I stepped under the hot stream of water.
Swiping the loose curls and water away from her face, she looked up at me. “We can’t keep doing this. It needs to be over. You understand that, right? I’ve already lost my job and my home. How much more do you want to ruin my life before you realize you have to leave me alone?”
I looked down at her beautiful face and didn’t answer.
Because there was no way I was going to say, out loud, that I had no problem destroying every facet of her life and my own if it meant keeping her.