Chapter 32
“Harrison, I—” His hand tightening around my throat in warning cut off my words.
“Ms. Carmichael, if I were to reach under your skirt right now, would I find your pussy wet and aching for me?”
“Yes.”
I had been wet for him from the moment he started his questioning. I didn’t understand how he did it. No other man had ever affected me the way Harrison Astrid did. What he was doing should have been seen as a threat. But I wanted him. My body wanted him.
“Good.” He slammed his lips to mine in a brutal kiss. It felt like he was trying to devour me, claim me, and I wanted to let him.
Every time he touched me—every single caress of his fingers, kiss of his lips, or press of his body to mine—I melted. I didn’t understand. How could one man do things that, under any other circumstance, would be a turn-off if anyone else had done them? But because it was Harrison Astrid, it just made me want him more.
Then I remembered where I was.
In a jail cell where he had the audacity to hold my future over my head because I had dared to go on a date with another man after he had made it perfectly clear he didn’t want me.
Fuck him.This wasn’t happening on his terms. I was not going to be some little damsel in distress who gave in to him every single time he wanted to claim me.
I laced my fingers in his hair and pulled hard. When he broke the kiss to grunt something out, I took the opportunity to latch onto his neck, biting as my hands went from his hair down his chest to his pants. I was taking control of this entire situation. He was not going to use me in a jail cell to work out his frustration. I was turning the tables, and I was going to use him. How dare he think that he had the right to threaten my entire future because I went on a single date? No, I wasn’t the one that was going to be punished here.
With more strength than I knew I had, I pushed Harrison back a step at a time until he hit the bench that was attached to one of the barred walls.
He sat on the bench, and I climbed onto his lap, gripping the bars on either side of his head, caging him in.
“It’s my turn to ask some questions,” I said.
“I already made my judgment, babygirl.”
“Then consider this my appeal. True or false, counselor, the name in the files is not Detective Patrick Doyle, it’s an alias used as a means to conceal the identity of a dirty cop until charges could be filed.”
“True.”
“So there’s no way that I could have known that Detective Doyle was the man listed in those files.”
“Do you often go on dates with men before getting their full names?”
“It’s my turn to ask the questions, counselor,” I said, grinding my hips down on his lap, on his hard cock that was barely contained by his pants.
“When you told the defendant not to speak with Detective Doyle, did you tell them why?” I asked.
“I did not,” he said. His hands went to my hips, and he tried to rock me back and forth, but I tightened my core and became immovable.
“Why did you decide not to tell me the reason I shouldn’t be flirting with the detective?”
“Because you should have known better. Flirting in the office is unprofessional,” he said before he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled me down so my lips met his again.
I broke the kiss and leaned back, taking my mouth out of his reach. So he started kissing my chest and working the buttons of my blouse apart one by one.
“I’m glad you said that.” I wrapped my fingers in his hair, directing his lips to where I wanted them. “Because professional boundaries are important. Tell me then, counselor, was it professional when you bent your paralegal over your desk and spanked her during the workday?”
“She deserved to be punished.”
“That wasn’t my question. Please answer the question I asked. Was spanking your paralegal during work hours professional?”
It was getting harder to focus. His lips were wrapped around my nipple, still covered by the lace of my bra, and his cock straining to get free of his pants pressed at my core.
“No,” he growled before sinking his teeth into my breast, sending a bolt of electricity down my body to my core. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for too much longer.
“Was it professional to fuck her in the office when there were other people working just on the other side of the door? Tell me, counselor, did you even bother to ensure the door was locked?”
“I have a release built into my desk to lock it without getting up.”
“But was it professional behavior, counselor?”
“No,” he grunted out before ripping aside the cup of my dark blue lace bra and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
It was hard to maintain my focus with the way his lips kept pulling at my breast, sending shock waves of pleasure down my body and pressure building in my core.
“And counselor, was I working with you when I behaved unprofessionally and accepted a date from a detective?”
“No.”
“And why wasn’t I working with you?”
He didn’t answer my question. His hands just moved to my hips and pulled me closer.
“Counselor, I require a response to my question.” I pulled his hair back, forcing him to release my breast and look me in the eye.
“I had you reassigned to another lawyer’s desk.”
“Yes, you had me reassigned to another desk, a demotion without cause.”
“I had cause. Files went missing.” His fingers dug into my hips, and he pulled me against his body. I had to fight to keep what little control I had. If I let my fingers touch any part of him other than the hold I had on his hair, I would have given in to him and been completely lost.
“And were they ever located?” I asked mostly out of curiosity and an attempt to refocus.
His body stiffened under me, and he let out an annoyed sigh.
“Yes, you were right. Someone else had taken them from your desk. Happy now?” He pulled the cup that still covered my other breast hard enough that it tore. It didn’t matter at that moment. I could be upset about it later.
“So you dismissed me without cause,” I pointed out. “Was that professional?”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that between the two of us, I was not the one that was the most unprofessional. But I’ll move on.”
“Good,” he said, burying his face between my tits, his hands moving down to my hips on either side of where my skirt had already worked its way up my legs. He pushed it further up around my waist, baring my dark blue panties. His hands trailed up my inner thighs, and his thumb slipped under the soaking wet silk, finding my clit and starting to rub, in slow, steady circles.
There was no point in trying to hide how he affected me. He could feel it, so I let out a shaky breath and flexed my fingers, massaging his head.
“When I went on that date, were you and I in any type of sexual relationship?”
“No,” he said.
“So you had no claim on me. None whatsoever.”
“I wouldn’t say?—”
“That wasn’t a question,” I interrupted him.
“You and I were not engaged in a relationship, sexual or professional. We hadn’t even spoken in a week. You have no claim on my free time. What or who I do after work is none of your business.”
When I said that, his hands tightened on my hips, and his fingers pushed back and slid inside me, pressing against my G-spot.
I bit back a moan of pleasure.
“Is that still your stance, Ms. Carmichael?”
“I have only a few more questions, counselor,” I said, ignoring what he said.
“Thank fuck,” he mumbled.
“Do you think it’s fair?—”
“I don’t give a fuck about fair,” he interrupted me.
“Fine. Do you think it’s ethical that you took your paralegal out of her home and forced her to relocate?”
“That was for your safety,” he interrupted again.
“Let me finish,” I said, pulling his hair back so he had to look into my eyes as I hovered over him, my hand moving down between our bodies to palm his hardened cock where it was tenting his overpriced designer pants.
“Do you think it was ethical to have forced me onto my knees to suck your cock, then licked my pussy until I had an orgasm that was so powerful, I almost blacked out, before fucking me within an inch of my life? Do you think it was ethical to do all that while your fiancée was sitting at home for you? In fact, where is she right now, waiting for you at some overpriced restaurant where you just so happen to have forgotten her again?”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“It is absolutely not irrelevant.” I moved to get off of him, but he grabbed my thighs and held me in place.
“Catherine and I are no longer linked. Socially, romantically, or financially, there is nothing between us.”
“She finally get tired of having a fiancé that preferred to fuck secretaries?” I used air quotes and made my voice high-pitched and nasally like she did every single time she talked down to me.
“No, I decided I didn’t want a woman whose only ambition in life was to be the arm candy of a powerful man. I wanted a smart, sexy woman who challenged me. I had come to claim you when I discovered you were on a date with another man.”
He pulled me into another fierce kiss that I wanted to melt into. Every fiber of my being was begging me to give in and to melt into this man. But I was not about to set that precedent.
“Claim me?” I asked, breaking our kiss and gripping his cock. “Do you think after everything that happened, I was just waiting for you to come and make love to me?”
“Yes.” He stated it like it was a fact, a simple irrevocable fact, not realizing how much fucking audacity he had.
“I find you guilty, Harrison Phillip Astrid,” I said. “Guilty of arrogance, of assuming that everyone’s world revolves just around you. I find you in contempt for having the disrespect of putting my entire future in jeopardy so that you could have a laugh, making me wait for you in a jail cell. How dare you. You don’t get to use my body as some type of compensation for whatever imagined slights you have come up with.”
I unzipped his pants, freeing his cock and stroking it roughly from root to tip several times, making sure he was fully hard and ready for me.
“So what? You think that you’re going to just use me, that you’re going to flip the tables and take control?”
“That’s exactly what is going to happen.”
I gripped the bars on either side of his head again and lowered myself onto his thick, hard cock. The stretch was just as delicious as it had been the first time. I was so wet I slid down him, taking his entire length in one smooth thrust.
His hands moved to my hips as I rocked up and down, taking him at just the right angle to hit all of my most sensitive places.
“Do you like that, Eddie? Do you like taking control and riding my cock?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded, my eyes sliding closed as I lost myself to the sensations running through my body.
“Do you like feeling like you’re in charge? Thinking you can take anything you need from me?”
Again, I nodded.
“Good girl, you can ride my cock whenever you want. Take as much of me as you can. Ride as fast or as hard as you want as long as you remember one little thing.”
“What’s that?” I asked with a shallow breath as I rode closer and closer to oblivion.
He picked me up, and without taking his cock out of me, he moved us so my back was against the bars, and I had to grab them with both hands as he started thrusting into me with everything he had.
“It doesn’t matter who starts on top,” he rumbled into my ear. “I’ll always demand your complete submission in the end.”