Chapter Seventeen #6
His hand left my throat and slapped me across the opposite cheek, sharp enough to turn my head again.
Tears flooded my eyes before I could stop them, spilling down both cheeks as his palm came back to my face.
His thumb brushed them away first, then he rubbed gently over the cheek he had just struck, the tenderness of it helping the sting.
Then he drove into me so deep I felt him press against my cervix, and pain tangled with pleasure hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs.
“Good. Because you’re not leaving until you’ve come on it.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching, then reached above my head and worked the webbing loose from the steel support beneath the desk. The pressure around my wrists disappeared a second later as he freed them completely.
Before I could do more than flex feeling back into my hands, he reached for me, hands spanning my waist as he lifted me off the desk like I weighed nothing and gently put me down.
Wolf stepped away from the desk and returned to the chair, settling into it with his cock standing proud against the dark fabric of his shirt.
“Legs over mine.”
I walked over and straddled him on the chair, my knees pressing into the edges of the seat as he positioned me over his cock. The tip nudged at my entrance, and I lowered myself slowly, feeling him fill me again from a new angle that made my inner walls clench.
“Eyes on me.”
I lifted my eyes and found his waiting through the opening of the mask, hard and unrelenting.
“You’ve spent every fucking day since you got here telling me how capable you are, Mercer.” His voice dropped. “Prove it.”
My hips started moving on their own. I braced my hands on his chest and rose until just the head of his cock remained inside me, then sank down hard. The sound that escaped me was half moan, half sob. Every downward stroke pushed him deeper and hit a spot that made my vision white out.
“That’s it. Bounce on my cock. Show me why the fuck I hired you.”
The chair creaked beneath us. My tits bounced in rhythm with my movements, hard nipples grazing the rough fabric of his shirt with every move.
Sweat slicked my body and his hands guided my hips, but he did not do the work for me.
He let me set the pace, watching me through those dark eyes as I fucked myself on him.
“Faster.”
I rolled my hips in a tight circle, grinding against his base so my clit caught the hardness of his pubic bone.
I was completely naked on top of him while Wolf was still fully clothed with boots, tactical pants, shirt and mask all still in place, as if he had barely stepped out of the mission before putting his hands on me.
“Fucking gorgeous when you use me like this.”
The chair beneath us groaned. I used his shoulders, fingernails digging through the shirt, and rode him with everything I had. My thighs began to burn. My breath came in sharp gasps that turned to whines as the pressure built again.
“You close?”
“Yes, Wolf,” I gasped.
“Then come on my cock while I fill you up.”
The second orgasm crashed over me, and I felt every muscle in my body contract around him.
In the same moment, Wolf’s grip on my hips tightened hard enough to bruise, his hips jerking upward as he came.
The hot pulse of him spilled deep inside me, flooding my cunt in thick waves that I could feel with every throb of his cock.
I collapsed against his chest, panting, my body still shuddering with aftershocks.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. His cock softened inside me but stayed buried, and I could feel his heartbeat pounding where my ear was pressed. All I could think was that this was Wolf, and I had just put my hands on him like there was nothing between us at all.
Then his hands found my wrists. He turned them over gently, thumbs rubbing the red marks the webbing had left behind.
I watched his eyes above the mask while he worked his fingers over the tender skin, checking where the webbing had bitten deepest. These were the same hands that had slapped me and choked me, now moving as carefully as a medic.
His thumb passed over my pulse, still jumping beneath the skin, before he turned my wrist slightly to inspect the other side.
For the first time since I locked the office door, I had no idea what came next. There had been rules while we were doing this, things he demanded and things I chose, but nobody had given me instructions for whatever happened afterward.
A door opened somewhere on the floor below.
Wolf’s head turned toward the sound, then back to me as his fingers closed around my wrist with a quieter kind of possession.
“Stay here.”
Before I could make some smart comment about my sudden inability to follow basic instructions, he bent and slid one arm beneath my knees while the other went around my back.
He lifted me and set me carefully on the edge of the desk, keeping a hand against my side until he was satisfied I was steady.
Then he stepped back and dealt with himself.
I watched him straighten his clothing and pull his zipper closed, somehow managing to make even that look methodical.
My clothes were another problem. Wolf and I looked down at the floor at the same time.