Chapter 13 #2
His fingers worked magic and all I could concentrate on was the rapid beating of my heart, the thrumming it caused in my ears.
This was as close to being driven to ecstasy as I’d ever experienced.
He was playing me like an instrument, knowing enough about my body and my needs that I was moving in time to his actions.
Soon, my body was lost in the sweet rapture. Every muscle was tight like a rubber band until it snapped.
“Oh. Oh!” I threw my head back and as soon as I did, he wrapped his other arm around my throat, forcing my head to rest on his shoulder. His hold was firm, keeping me tightly against him as he licked the shell of my ear.
The combination was so amazing I drifted straight into ecstasy.
There was nothing like floating down from heightened bliss, not bothering to feel the need to think clearly.
My eyes were still closed, the warmth of our bodies like a soft blanket enveloping me.
But the hunger had barely been fed, another wave of desire sweeping through me like the climax had done before.
“Fuck me,” I managed.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me. I need you inside of me. Please. Just fuck me.”
“Are you certain about that?” His voice was husky, sounding different than before.
Just like the night he’d gone from being a stranger to my ultimate fantasy.
As soon as I lifted my eyelids, our eyes locked together in the mirror, the reflection undeniable, and I nodded. “Right now.”
“I guess the lady deserves to have what she craves. For a price.”
Another tease. Or perhaps a maddening threat. I just didn’t care. “Whatever you want.”
“Be careful. I will hold you to that.”
With his arm still wrapped around my neck, he gripped my hip with the other until his fingers dug into my flesh. I had no doubt he’d leave bruises as a souvenir and that’s exactly what I wanted.
The need for him was insatiable, becoming unbearable with every passing second. And I could swear he knew what he was doing to me. As he kept his cock only partially inside, I was struggling to push back against him. Every time I did so, he pulled out by a few centimeters.
Every muscle ached including those in my pussy. His erection was massive. Even now, throbbing with purpose inside. While my chest was heaving, every breath he took was calm, collected.
“Ask nicely,” he said in his quiet way, the same one as when asking me to stay up for two days straight to create a new report.
Oops. I had a feeling he wouldn’t get the latest one on time. The amusement flickering in his eyes was bolder than before. As always happened when I was in his presence, his arrogance pushed me to a point that I could easily regret what I said or did.
“No. Forget it.” With a savage push of my hips, I shoved him backwards by a couple of feet. I’d be damned if he didn’t allow me to slip past him.
Or so I’d thought.
With a snap of his hand around my arm, a brutal jerk, and a thrust of his cock, he impaled my pussy while capturing me until I was and would be under his full control.
“I didn’t say you were allowed to go anywhere.” With his words little more than a whisper, which I barely heard given my strangled cry of surprise, he made his position perfectly clear.
I was going nowhere.
Not that I wanted to.
No longer could I feel my toes, the impact of having every inch of his dick inside that good. In grasping for every breath of air, I was finally pleasing him with my reaction.
Maybe that’s why I was rewarded with him pulling out, plunging into me again. This time the force slammed me into the edge of the dresser.
He didn’t stop there, pulling out and repeating the action, the expression on his face shifting into darkness. His cock filled me completely, my muscles screaming with joy and from need of relief. But I wasn’t going to get any.
I’d asked for what I wanted and that’s exactly what he was going to give me. He fucked me long and deep while I did what I could to disguise my sounds of pleasure.
Every move he made was forceful, pushing the back of the mirror against the wall with brutal thuds. I pressed and kept my hand on the glass, smiling from the way he was staring at me. As an animal would when feasting on his prey.
We were both sweating, beads glistening on his face as they fell down both sides.
I was thrilled with being able to watch him in a different way, making the moment that much more surreal.
He pressed down on the small of my back, holding me in position and the angle such that only my toes were hitting the floor.
Every thrust of his cock was harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
Becoming a perfect rhythm along with the sound a crazy kind of music that only two lovers could understand. I was lost, free-floating toward the heavens. Everything that had occurred before had or was in the process of fading, vanishing before my eyes.
But they’d return with a vengeance.
So would my questions about what the hell I was doing.
With a soft laugh, I licked a bead of perspiration off my upper lip, longing once again to kiss him.
His entire face was hardened, pinched in a way that could concern anyone. He was concentrating on pleasing me, filling me in a way no man had ever done before.
“Come for me.” His words weren’t said in a demand. They were softspoken like the man usually was, almost a plea.
I laughed nervously, meeting every savage thrust. The pleasure was incredible, the electricity and feeling of closeness unlike anything I’d experienced before and a part of me wished this could last.
My body wasn’t interested in obeying any more than my mind was willing to do. Which was why his words said in softness were more controlling than anything.
My release came with an increase in my pulse, a hard jolt of my body, and a powerful moan that would linger in the air long after I closed my mouth.
Not only did he continue fucking me, he picked up the pace, thrusting with such powerful strokes I feared the man would break me. But I loved every minute of feeling him inside.
The hunger. The need. The insane closeness that made no sense.
In those moments where he fought his own control, his body finally winning over his mind, I found a new sense of appreciation for the man.
How strange yet how wonderful.
He’d been my boss this morning, a man who annoyed the hell out of me.
He’d become my savior and protector by the end of the evening, a do or die moment stretching into him becoming my abductor.
And now, he’d turned into my lover and perhaps my co-worker as well as my boss, a man who’d also pledge to keep me in line.
Which I so desperately had craved.
As with all things, only time would tell.
He erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed and in those seconds as he lifted his head, our eyes locking as they’d done before, we both felt the change between us. I certainly understood nothing could go back to the way it was.
That was fine by me.
He nuzzled into my ear, biting my earlobe before whispering words that thrilled me. “We’re not finished yet.”
As he pulled me away from the mirror and toward the bed, I had a feeling our future had already been set in stone.
We collapsed on the bed, his arms around me and my back crushed against him.
From where we were, I could see the bright lights of the big city.
How strange to feel so comfortable in being in his arms. Not only after the night but just because of the complications.
I was overwhelmed with questions, but strangely enough, I was calm.
Very calm.
Destructively so.
The time of decompressing was amazing, more enjoyable than I’d thought possible. It was funny that after all the months I’d known him, I realized how little I really knew. We were almost strangers in a city of millions of people.
In a few minutes, he turned me over to face him, cupping my cheek as soon as he did. There was more softness in him now that the initial wave of desire had been fulfilled. He pulled away enough so he could see my face, flexing his fingers and pulling the tips down my face.
I found myself holding my breath, still intoxicated by his cologne. When he was finished, he pulled me into another kiss. Softer this time. His lips opening and closing mine.
When he finally pulled away, a wide and completely mischievous smile crossed his face, something I’d never seen on him before.
That’s when I felt the first twitch of his cock against my stomach.
“I’m not finished with you yet, moya lichnaya tantsovshchitsa. Not by a long shot.”
As he rolled me over onto my back, I was thrilled my boss turned protector turned lover was going to claim me again.