Chapter 1 #2
“Hush. I decide what’s too much. You can take this. Be a good girl and open for me… just a little further to go.”
As always, she obeyed him, her trust making him feel as tall as a mountain. He inserted the bullet all the way into her rectum, leaving just the cord outside to pull it out. Picking up the other remote control, he switched this one on as well.
She made an incoherent sound and collapsed on the floor, her knees splaying open.
He reached under her and brought the pad of his middle finger to her clit, circling it. “Don’t come,” he warned.
“Oh, God, please?” she wailed. She sounded close to tears, but he knew they were the ecstatic kind, the kind he loved to tease from her with too many orgasms or edging. “Please, you have to let me, sir. Oh, please, I’ll do anything.”
“Stand up.”
She pumped her hips against the floor, as if hoping to find something to rub her clit against.
He slid his hand under and slapped her pussy several times, loving how dripping wet she’d become.
“Stand up,” he repeated, giving a disapproving edge to his voice.
She scrambled to her feet, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.
He pulled her panties up, enjoying her expression of horror at being dismissed without reaching orgasm.
“No…” she murmured.
He pulled her skirt back down and smoothed it for her. Grasping her waist, he tugged her down, spinning her to sit on his lap with her back toward him. He stroked his hands down the tops of her legs, up the insides of her thighs to cup her mons.
She squirmed against him, trying to get off.
He slapped her panty-clad pussy. “Naughty.”
“Oh, Ben,” she whimpered.
He pinched her nipples, both at the same time—hard. “I want you to go back to your office and work on your reports.” He turned off the vibrator in her pussy. “I will be using these intermittently on you today, but you do not have permission to climax. Do you understand?”
“No-o,” she moaned.
He pinched her nipples harder, making her writhe. “Try it again.”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped. “Yes, I understand, but?—”
“No buts. I want to keep you one stroke from an orgasm all day long. By the time I get you home and put my bareback cock inside you, you will orgasm so hard they’ll hear you in Africa.
And when you do, your sweet little pussy will take every drop of my semen up inside of you to fertilize that egg you should be dropping any day now. ”
She blushed, as she often did when he talked about getting her pregnant. He loved the thought of seeing her swollen with his child, starting the family he’d never known he wanted until he met her.
He switched off the anal vibrator. “You’re dismissed,” he said, giving her a wicked grin.
Her eyes watered, probably desperate for release, but she smoothed her hair and took a deep breath. “You’re killing me,” she whispered as she walked toward the door.
Oh, God. What was she going to do? That hadn’t gone as planned. She couldn’t think straight, her pussy still reverberating with the vibration of the toy he’d embedded in her. She tried to look professional, calm, and collected as she walked back to her office on wobbling knees.
Damn Ben Stone and his ability to turn her to a puddle of butter. Damn his sexy dark looks, authoritative command, and… tears sprang to her eyes once more. Damn his desire to start a family right now.
She opened the shades to her office window and looked out at the Denver skyline, the Rocky Mountains jutted majestically to the west. Maybe she should just give him what he wanted.
But what if she ended up resenting him and the child?
What if she made a terrible stay-at-home mother and housewife?
She didn’t really think she could handle being stuck at home all day by herself with a couple of kids—no matter how much she loved them.
She’d always pictured having children later in her life, in her thirties, after she’d established her career.
And she hadn’t really thought she’d stay home.
Of course she and Ben hadn’t really talked about whether he wanted her to stay home or not, but his sister-in-law was a stay-at-home mom, so she had a feeling that was the way the wolves did it.
They were a rather old-fashioned patriarchal clan.
She sank into her office chair, hoping the moisture seeping from her pussy didn’t soak through her panties onto her skirt.
She leaned back and nibbled on her lip. To say she felt ashamed of herself was an understatement.
She’d created quite a dilemma here, and the longer it went on, the worse it got.
She couldn’t talk to Ben now. It would be impossible.
She surged to her feet as the vibrator in her rectum came to life. Oh, dear lord. How would she survive this day? She looked at the clock as she gingerly lowered herself back down on her buzzing bottom. Only ten a.m. She would die before quitting time.
He turned on first one vibrator, then the other, and alternated for a solid thirty minutes before the lunch hour. When he stepped into her office to take her to lunch, he realized she wouldn’t make it through the day.
She looked feverish, her eyes wild and dilated, her lips pursed with tension. Her thick, reddish-brown hair looked rumpled, as if she’d been running her hands through it.
He would take her home, fuck her, and give her the afternoon off. “Come, mi amor . Get your purse, I’m taking you to lunch.”
She looked confused, as if the simple task of picking up her purse was too much to comprehend.
He grabbed it for her and helped her to her feet. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m almost through with you,” he whispered in her ear.
She slumped against him, clearly relieved.
He slid an arm around her waist to provide support and led her out. “Ashley isn’t feeling well, so I’m taking her home. I’m not sure whether I’ll be back,” he told Karen.
“Thank you, sir,” she said.
In the elevator, he flipped the switch on both vibrators, watching the torment bloom on Ashley’s face as he pushed her up against the wall and wedged one thigh between her legs. She whimpered and ground her mons on him. He cupped her ass and squeezed, savoring the feel of her muscled buns.
“I think you would have called the fire department if I left you until quitting time,” he murmured in her ear.
She bit his neck, which kicked his wolf senses into high gear, his teeth lengthening and his vision doming as his eyes turned yellow. The elevator dinged and they sprang apart as several people got on the elevator. He switched the vibrators off.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Stone,” said a man he recognized but whose name and position he couldn’t recall.
He nodded to him without answering.
“Hi, Charlie, how are things in R&D?” Ashley asked, playing her part of personal assistant perfectly. She’d been pushing him to foster better relationships with his employees and she somehow seemed to know every one of them.
Charlie lit up at the recognition. “Great,” he said, looking to Ben. “We’re finished with the prototype Superstation. Would you like to test it out?”
He didn’t answer. His old leadership habit had been to keep everyone out—to refuse to interact unless absolutely necessary. Now, he knew he had to if he wanted to improve morale, but he didn’t know how far to go. If he wasn’t careful, he’d get pulled in a million directions.
“Mr. Stone’s schedule is tight this week, but if you email me, I’ll set up thirty minutes next week for you to show him everything.”
Charlie looked slightly flustered, as if he didn’t know whether he’d been put off or not, but he bobbed his head. “Okay, sounds great.”
“You have my email, right?”
“Uh… [email protected]?”
Ashley gave Charlie one of her megawatt smiles, which caused a growl to rise in Ben’s throat. “That’s right,” she said cheerfully as the elevator stopped again and the doors slid open.
“Okay, thanks,” Charlie said, backing out, looking from one to the other of them, a bit dazedly.
The doors closed and he took Ashley’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“You growled.”
“No,” he denied it. He had almost growled.
“I heard it, wolf. What gives?”
“Wolves give notice of their property when another male is looking.” He watched the effect of his politically incorrect statement on Ashley’s nipples as she tried to muster indignation. “And I’m mostly wolf right now,” he admitted in a rough voice.
She smiled at that, pressing against him, the lust shining in her eyes.
The elevator stopped on their parking garage floor and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her out.
She shrieked. “Stop, someone will see.”
“I don’t care,” he said, too far gone into what she called Neanderthal mode. She was his. It was time to drag her back to the cave and have his way with her. He flicked on the pussy vibrator, chuckling as she jerked and crossed her legs, trying to rub them together for more friction.
He opened the passenger side door to his black Mustang and settled her in, flicking on the anal bullet just before he buckled her seatbelt.
She arched and her hands shot to her sex, her pelvis undulating to meet her fingers.
“Ah, ah,” he said, prying them away and placing them on the dash. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Your pleasure is at my discretion, remember?”
She moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head back and forth on the backrest.
He chuckled, shutting the door. As he got in the driver’s seat, he flipped off the pussy vibrator.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Ben, I can’t take this.” Tears of sexual frustration edged from the outer corners of her eyes.
As always, the scent of his mate’s tears subdued him, even though rationally, he knew they were a sign of her imminent pleasure, not harm. Still, his instincts screamed for him to fix it, and he flicked off the anal vibrator as well.
Her moan was one of disappointment this time.
“I know, mi amor . I’m going to take care of all of your needs as soon as I get you home.”