Beginning #3
Jessie reached out, her small, soft hand cupping his strong jawline. She tilted her face up, leaning in until her lips were a mere fraction of an inch from his. "Please, Mike. Just once."
The tension snapped.
Mike growled, a low, primal sound that echoed from the back of his throat. He caught her by the back of her neck, his thick fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her mouth hard against his.
The kiss was explosive. It wasn't gentle or polite; it was a violent collision of pure, unadulterated lust. Mike tasted her deeply, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with a dominant, aggressive hunger that made Jessie gasp.
She whimpered into the kiss, her arms flying around his neck as she pulled herself onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs.
Her thin shirt rode up, leaving her bare pussy rubbing directly against the hard, rigid bulge straining against his sweatpants.
Mike’s large hands slammed down onto her hips, his calloused palms gripping her flesh with a bruising intensity as he ground his cock right against her dripping wet center.
Jessie arching her back, her mouth opening wider as he devoured her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth over and over again.
She was completely frantic, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by the raw, masculine power she had been starving for.
He broke the kiss for a split second, trailing his hot lips down her throat, biting lightly at the sensitive skin of her neck. Jessie threw her head back, letting out a loud, breathless moan that echoed in the dark room. "Oh god, Mike... yes... fuck, please..."
The sound of her voice, so broken and utterly submissive, suddenly struck a chord in Mike’s brain. He froze, his lips resting against her collarbone.
The reality of their situation crashed down on him.
They were inside a government building, surrounded by security guards, working on a delicate diplomatic assignment.
If anyone walked into the common room right now, both of their careers would be instantly over.
They would look like complete fools in front of their supervisors.
With a supreme effort of willpower, Mike grabbed Jessie by the waist and firmly pushed her off his lap, breaking the contact entirely.
Jessie blinked, her eyes dazed and heavily lidded with pleasure, her lips swollen and wet. "Mike...?"
"This is a bad idea," Mike said, his voice deep, raspy, and completely out of breath.
He stood up from the couch, his chest heaving as he stared down at her.
His cock was rock hard, aching fiercely beneath his pants, but his professional focus had locked back into place.
"We can't do this here. We’re going to ruin everything we’ve worked for. "
Jessie sat on the couch, shivering slightly from the sudden loss of his body heat.
Her heart was hammering violently against her ribs.
She wanted to scream, to pull him back down, to beg him to just slide his hard cock inside her and forget the rest of the world.
But looking at the firm, unyielding expression on his face, she knew he wouldn't budge.
"Go to your room, Jessie," Mike commanded quietly, turning his back to her so she couldn't see how intensely he was struggling to control himself. "We need to sleep."
Without a word, Jessie stood up on trembling legs. She smoothed down her shirt, her body aching with a fierce, unfinished frustration. Her pussy was soaking wet, dripping down her inner thighs as she turned and walked away.
As she closed her bedroom door and sank onto her mattress, the lingering taste of his mouth still burning on her lips, a desperate resolve settled over her.
She couldn't live like this for the rest of the lockdown.
She needed him completely, but she had to find a way to let him have her without risking their careers or making him feel like it was a mistake.
She needed a solution that would give him absolute control, remove all the hesitation, and give him exactly what he wanted.
By the time the sun began to peek through the South American clouds, Jessie had formulated a plan. She sat at her laptop, her fingers flying over the keys as she typed out a very specific, binding document.
The morning light struggled to pierce the thick security glass of Mike’s private quarters.
He sat on the edge of his unmade bed, his head in his hands, staring at the floorboards.
His body felt heavy, completely exhausted but utterly wired.
His cock was still dull and aching from the abrupt ending in the common room hours before.
He couldn't stop thinking about the way Jessie had whimpered into his mouth, the way her soaking wet pussy had pressed against his thigh, and how easily he had let his professional guard drop.
He was furious with himself, and even more furious with her for throwing his focus into complete chaos.
A firm, deliberate knock rattled his bedroom door.
Mike stood up, his jaw set, pulling open the door ready to snap at whoever was bothering him. But the words caught in his throat.
Jessie stood in the doorway. She was dressed impeccably for the workday ahead—black pencil skirt, crisp white blouse, and her hair pinned back into a sleek, professional bun.
But her eyes were bright, wide, and completely focused.
She didn't look angry or embarrassed about the night before.
Instead, she held a single sheet of paper in her hand.
Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped past him into his room, the door clicking shut behind her.
"I told you last night, Jessie, we can't do this," Mike said, his voice dropping into a harsh, warning rumble. "We have a briefing in an hour. Get out of my room."
"Read this first," she said smoothly, extending the paper toward him. Her voice didn't shake. It was the calm, analytical tone she used during high-stakes presentations, but underneath it, Mike could hear a thick, heavy undercurrent of absolute submission.
Mike frowned, snatching the paper from her hand. He expected a formal apology, or perhaps a memo about their shared data. Instead, his eyes locked onto the bold, centered title at the top of the page: FREE USE AGREEMENT.
His breath hitched. He began to read the crisp, typewritten lines, his chest tightening as the sheer weight of the words hit him.
I, Jessica Vance, being of sound mind and full legal age, do hereby grant Michael Brooks absolute, permanent, and unconditional access to my body for the duration of our assignment at the embassy.
This agreement is fully consensual, entered into freely, and designed to eliminate all professional and personal boundaries between us outside of official state duties.
Under the terms of this agreement, I am Michael’s private property and designated fuck toy.
He is permitted to use me, touch me, expose me, and fuck me at any time, in any location within these premises, without warning, negotiation.
My body is permanently available to satisfy his desires, regardless of what I am doing, whether I am working, resting, or sleeping.
I acknowledge that during these encounters, I am a slut for his exclusive pleasure. I will submit to any position, any act, and any command he gives. No further permission is required. My compliance is absolute.
Mike’s hand trembled slightly against the paper.
His heart hammered violently against his ribs, the blood roaring so loudly in his ears he could barely hear the rain outside.
A fierce, predatory heat flared in his lower abdomen, his cock instantly hardening, swelling to a thick, rigid log beneath his dress pants.
He looked up from the document, his eyes dark, wild, and piercing as he stared at her.
"Are you out of your mind?" he rasped, his voice thick with a dangerous mix of shock and agonizing arousal. "Jessie, this is insane. Do you even understand what this means?"
"I know exactly what it means," Jessie whispered.
She didn't shrink back from his intense gaze.
Instead, she took a step closer, her chest heaving against her white blouse, her nipples already visibly hardened into tight points against the fabric.
"It means you don't have to worry about ruining anything.
It means you don't have to think. You don't have to ask.
You just take me. Whenever you want. Wherever you want.
I want to be used by you, Mike. I want to be your slut. "
Mike stared at her, the final pieces of his restraint completely disintegrating. The power dynamic had shifted entirely. The arrogant woman who had spent a week trying to destroy his career was standing in his bedroom, begging him to treat her like a piece of meat.
He walked over to his small desk, grabbed a black pen, and slammed the paper down. With a swift, aggressive stroke, he signed his name at the bottom of the page, validating the contract. He tossed the pen aside and turned to her, a cruel, dominant smirk spreading across his handsome face.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Mike growled, stepping toward her until his massive frame completely shadowed her.
"I'm your slut," Jessie corrected breathlessly, her knees turning to water as she saw the sheer, unbridled dominance returning to his eyes.
Mike didn't waste another second. He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, forcing her face-down onto his unmade bed.
Jessie let out a sharp gasp as her cheek hit the mattress, her skirt riding up over her hips.
Before she could even catch her breath, Mike reached down, his large hands gripping the waistband of her black lace panties and tearing them violently down her legs, exposing her bare, smooth ass to the cool air of the room.
Her pussy was already dripping wet, a thick trail of juices coating her inner thighs, completely proving how desperate she was for this exact treatment.