Chapter 3 #2
He smiles and opens his desk drawer. My eyes grow wide when he pulls out my panties from last time.
They’re dangling from his fingers. “Want these back?”
I like the idea of him having them, so I’m not sure what the correct answer is.
When I don’t reply, he moves back to me and kisses me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth. His hands are everywhere, palming my ass, hiking up my dress.
He breaks off the kiss, and before I can even catch my breath, he grabs my chin hard, prying my lips apart.
He dangles my week-old panties in front of my face, the fabric stiff from my juices soaking into them.
I open my mouth wider, eager for it, and he shoves them right in, stuffing the dirty panties deep into my mouth.
Lust hits me so hard my vision blurs, my pussy clenching with need. The taste explodes on my tongue—salty, musky tang from dried arousal.
God, I’ve got my nasty, used panties crammed in my mouth, gagging me with my own slutty flavor. This is way filthier than anything I’ve ever done, and it makes me so fucking wet.
He smirks down at me, his hand still gripping my chin. “Taste that, you little slut? That’s your greedy pussy all over those panties. Admit it—tell me how much of a desperate fucktoy you are for my cock.”
I mumble around the fabric, the words muffled but clear enough. “I’m such a slut for your cock. I need it so bad, like the fucktoy I am.”
He spins me around to face his desk and his voice is rough at my neck. “Can you taste my cum on them? I’ve been jerking off into them all week.”
When he says that, my mouth waters. Yeah, this is even filthier than I realized.
“Bend over.”
This is exactly what I came for. I rest my palms flat on the polished wood and as I lean forward, he pushes my shoulder down.
I turn my head, resting my cheek on the surface.
The Seattle skyline is through the window, and I suddenly get the insane thought that if someone was using a telescope to look into the office, they’d be getting quite the show.
He bunches my dress at my waist and yanks my panties to my knees. I try to hold steady in my heels and realize that could get dangerous. I kick them off, while behind me I hear his belt buckle. The metal clink. Then the rasp of his zipper. Each sound louder than it should be.
“You’re going to take everything I give you.” His fist tangles in my hair. Pulls my head up.
“Yes,” I mumble around my panties.
“And when you go home to your husband tonight, you’re going to be thinking about how hard you came on my cock.”
My cry is muffled as he drives into me with one hard thrust. My palms slide across the desk and I clutch the edge for stability.
Oh god. Oh fuck.
He’s bigger than I remembered. Thicker. The stretch burns and I gasp, trying to relax around him. When he’s finally seated, the room goes soft from pleasure.
“That’s it.” He fucks me in long, punishing strokes that rock me forward with each impact.
I’m squealing and moaning as he pounds me against his desk. I’m being so loud, not even the panties can block it all.
He keeps one fist in my hair and the other digs into my hip hard enough to leave marks.
“This pussy is mine tonight.” His tone is ragged now, losing its polish. “Gonna fill you so full, you’ll smell like me tomorrow.”
All I can do is hold on to the desk as the pleasure builds in layers. Fuuuck, this is amazing.
The desk scrapes against the floor, and I’m barreling towards an enormous orgasm. Each drag of his cock massages every inch of me, and I can’t think beyond the growing delight.
I’m being split apart by a man who isn’t my husband, and I’ve never felt more alive.
My thighs tremble as the orgasm builds. There’s a deep pressure and I try to slam backwards against his cock in a frenzy.
Tony releases my hair and reaches between my legs, circling my clit as his thrusts turn shorter.
“Come for me.” he growls. “Come all over my cock like the hungry little slut you are.”
I shatter. The release rolls through me—god—waves—each one stronger. I’m sobbing, the panties mostly muffling the sound. I can’t think, can’t breathe. My body convulses and Tony doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through the pleasure, chasing his own orgasm.
When he comes, it’s with a groan that vibrates through me. I can taste him on my panties, the salt-musk heat of it, and I know that’s what he’s pumping into me right now.
The image of Robert pops into my head. Is he stroking himself right now? God, I hope he likes this story.
Tony pulls out slowly and I slump against the desk. I hear fabric rustling as he tugs his clothes back into place.
“Stay there.”
I’m too wrecked to move anyway. My cheek is pressed to the cool wood and the whole room is fuzzy.
His fingers follow the inside of my thigh. High. Near my pussy.
“Here.” His mouth follows his fingers. There’s hot breath against sensitive skin. “Somewhere only he’ll see.”
He sucks hard enough to sting. Hard enough that I know Robert will press his thumb to this bruise tomorrow and he’ll get that look—the one that says ‘mine’. Even after all of this.
When Tony pulls away, the throb of his new mark is already blooming.
“Now everyone who matters will know.”
I’m a mess when he helps me off the desk. He pulls my panties from my mouth and tucks them into his jeans pocket. He grins. “Yeah, you’re not getting these back.”
He straightens my clothes and I let him lead me to a chair. He sits me down and retrieves my clutch from the floor before getting me a bottle of water from a tiny fridge.
“Drink. You aren’t leaving until I’m sure you can walk straight.”
I take a few sips, each one clearing my head more. I can see my reflection in a mirror on the wall. My lipstick is smeared. My hair is wrecked.
I look like a woman who got fucked senseless and isn’t sorry about it.
Tony pours himself a whiskey and sits in his office chair, one ankle crossed over his knee. He looks satisfied, like a cat that’s finished playing with its prey.
“Adrian thinks you’re trouble.”
I turn toward him. My brain is finally working again. “What do you think?”
“I think he’s right.” His mouth curves. “The best kind of trouble.”
“Should I be worried? About him?”
“Adrian?” Tony considers. “He doesn’t trust anyone. Takes him a while to warm up. But once you’re in?” He shrugs. “He’s loyal.”
“And until then?”
“Until then, he’ll watch you. Try to figure out what game you’re playing.” Tony’s gaze glitters. “He’s very good at figuring things out.”
The hair on my neck stands up. His conversation with Adrian. Suppliers and payments and someone who doesn’t like to wait. A secondary account for overflow. Contacts who need to be handled.
I need to tell Robert about that part, and I’m supposed to tell him everything.
The thought rises and I push it down. Not tonight. Tonight I want to give him the good parts. Getting fucked over the desk with my dirty panties in my mouth.
The questions about what Tony and Adrian are really doing here? Those I’ll keep.
The first secret I’ve hidden from my husband.
“Tony. What—“
“Go play some cards.” He cuts me off, gentle but firm. “Your credit is good here. Have some fun.”
He’s done with me. Whatever he and Adrian are involved in, it’s better that I don’t know.
“Okay.” I slide on my heels. “I’ll see you.”
“You will.” Not a question. “And Shannon?”
I pause at the door.
“Next time you’re here, make sure you say hello to Adrian. He’s going to want to get to know you better.”