2. Rosy #2
His fingers move with agonizing slowness, popping each button of my silk blouse open one by one.
The cool air of my office kisses my heated skin as more of me is exposed, and I shiver, not from cold but from the sheer intensity of his gaze on my body.
He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and the warmth of his breath sends a cascade of goosebumps down my neck.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmurs, his voice a dark caress that makes my knees weak.
His thumbs brush my exposed skin as he pops more buttons open.
I feel my nipples pucker in response. “When you sat across from me in that chair, crossing your legs, biting that pretty lip, I wanted to rip this blouse off you and see what’s underneath. ”
I gasp as the last button gives way and my blouse falls open, revealing my lace bra. His eyes drop to my chest, and I watch his pupils dilate, darkening with raw hunger. He presses his mouth to the exposed tops of my breasts, his lips hot and firm against my skin.
“Fuck, Rosy,” he groans against my flesh. “Look at these perfect tits.” His stubble rubs against my soft skin as his hot mouth moves over the swells of my breasts. “Your nipples are so hard they’re practically cutting through this lace. You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?”
I can’t form words. My brain has short-circuited, every nerve ending in my body firing at once. His tongue traces a slow, wet path along the edge of my bra, and I whimper, my fingers gripping the edge of my desk behind me for support.
“Safe word,” he says suddenly, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. His voice is still rough, still dripping with desire, but there’s something commanding in it now, something that demands an answer. “I need a safe word from you, babygirl. Something you can say if it gets too much.”
When he calls me ‘babygirl, my pussy convulses so hard.
“Daddy,” I whisper without thinking, the word falling from my lips like it belongs there, like it’s always belonged there.
He chuckles, a low, dark sound that vibrates through my chest. “You’re going to be using that one a lot, sweetheart. Pick another.”
My mind races, scrambling for something, anything.
“Columbia,” I breathe.
“Columbia,” he repeats, testing the word on his tongue. “Good girl.”
The praise sends a bolt of electricity straight to my core, and I feel myself clench around nothing, empty and aching.
He reaches behind me, his fingers finding the zipper of my skirt.
He drags it down, and I gasp as it falls to the floor.
I step out of it, wearing nothing but my heels and my underwear.
I am not wearing my sexiest panties tonight, dressed in a plain white piece that makes me feel like the virgin I am. Atlas takes it in, smiling knowingly.
“Turn around.”
I obey. His hands are on my waist, spinning me around so my back is pressed against his broad chest. I can feel his erection against my ass, digging into me.
“Do you feel that?” he whispers, his fingers snapping the hooks of my bra open.
He takes it off, and soon, I feel his palms cupping my breasts from behind, possessive and firm.
He kneads my tits, and i moan, throwing my head back in surrender as his fingers roll over my hard peaks.
“Do you feel how hard you make me, Rosy?”
“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper as he captures my hard nipples with his fingers, rolling them between his fingers, making sparks bolt to my core.
Nobody has ever touched my nipples or even seen them, but his dominant display, his utter confidence that he can use me like this in my own office with the door unlocked, makes a fresh wave of honey flood my pussy.
“Feel my fingers on your skin, babygirl. Right now, you belong to me. These pretty nipples, these perfect tits, that needy ass that’s grinding against my cock, every part of you is mine.”
His dirty words are like a drug, pulling me deeper into the fantasy.
His mouth finds the sensitive skin just below my ear, his lips dragging along the curve of my neck, as he plays with my nipples, owning my body, making me shudder against him. His teeth graze my earlobe, his voice filling my ears.
“The door is unlocked, babygirl,” he murmurs.
“Anyone could walk in right now. Your receptionist. Another patient. Your boss. They could open that door and see you like this, half-naked in my arms, your tits in my hands, grinding against my cock like a desperate little thing. They’d see exactly what you are. ”
I whimper, the thought sending a sick, twisted thrill through my core. The danger of it, the wrongness, only makes me wetter.
He spins me around abruptly, and suddenly I’m facing him, my bare breasts on full display. His eyes drop to my chest, and I watch his jaw tighten, his nostrils flare. The hunger in his gaze is so raw, so primal, that I feel myself flush from my chest to the roots of my hair.
“Look at you. Those tits are so beautiful. That body is begging to be explored,” he growls, his voice thick and rough.
He lowers his head, and his mouth closes over my left nipple.
Cupping my breasts, he kneads them as his mouth suckles my tip, making me cry out in delight.
There’s something so forbidden about his mouth on such a forbidden part of me.
The window blinds are open, the evening light having faded to darkness outside the window.
The heat of his tongue is electric, shocking, and I cry out, my fingers flying to his hair, tangling in those dark silver-streaked strands as I cling to him, not wanting him to stop tasting me.
He suckles hard, pulling my nipple deep into his mouth, and I arch into him, my back bowing off the desk.
“Daddy!” The words flow out unbidden, my fingers in his silver hair as he devours me. His teeth graze the sensitive peak, and I gasp, my nails scraping against his scalp.
“That’s right, babygirl,” he groans against my tip, flicking his tongue on the used nipple. “Call me Daddy when I suck on your tits.”
He switches to my right breast, lavishing the same attention, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucks it between his lips and pulls.
The sensation is overwhelming, radiating from my chest straight to my core.
He squeezes and manhandles my breasts, his touch dominant as he makes me leak like a faucet.
I can feel my panties soaking through, the fabric clinging to my swollen, aching folds.
His mouth suckling on my teat, his hand slides down my stomach, over my hip, and between my thighs. His fingers press against the front of my panties, and I feel him trace the outline of my soaked cotton.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his voice wrecked. “You’re absolutely drenched, babygirl. Soaking through these innocent little panties for me.”
His fingers hook under the waistband, sliding beneath the fabric, and when his fingertips make contact with my bare, slick folds, I nearly collapse.
“Oh god.” I am hot and feverish with arousal, riding his finger like I’m a slut.
He strokes me slowly, dragging his middle finger through my arousal, collecting the wetness and spreading it.
When he presses on my clit, I gasp, and he silences me with his mouth, kissing me while he rolls my clit in my office.
“Sshhhh, baby. We don’t want someone to hear how good you’re being fucked in here. “You’re so ready for my cock, but I want to play with this pussy first.”
He pushes one finger inside me, and I cry out, my walls clenching around him instantly. The intrusion is foreign, intense, and my body grips him like a vice.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his forehead dropping to mine.
“You’re so tight, Rosy.” He thrusts the finger in and out of me, and I feel dizzy with pleasure.
I’ve never had anything inside me before, but his thick finger is making me so needy.
“Let’s stretch you out a little more, babygirl.
” He pushes another finger into me, and I feel stretched to my capacity, his finger plugging up my pussy. “Much better.”
His fingers thrust into me, and I pant as pleasure builds in my core. He uses his thumb to grind against my clit, making me feel sensations I haven’t felt before. He’s fully clothed while I am naked, begging him for more. “More…please don’t stop.”
The climax shimmers close, a strange feeling rising inside me, like the inflation of a balloon that can burst anytime.
“Feel that, baby. Feel how desperately your walls are squeezing me, how needy they are for my cock.” He curves his fingers inside my hole, and I scream when he strokes a spot deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed.
“Hmmm…looks like I found your G-spot.” He fucks me with his fingers, my ass riding him with desperation as he hits that sweet spot over and over again.
Before I know it, I scream, “I’m coming.”
He uses his other hand to cover my mouth and muffle my screams as I explode on his fingers, coming for the first time on my dominant billionaire client’s hand.
I feel him inside me as an earth-shattering climax takes over me, making my body so sensitive yet happy.
Pleasure floods my core, the fulfillment of a promise, the realization of a dream.
I come all over his fingers, drenching him in my release as my prudishness is transformed into untethered pleasure.
“So good, baby. Coming on my fingers like such a good girl. Look how you’ve drenched me, Rosy.” He doesn’t stop playing with my cunt until I have no more to give.
When I stop coming, I slump forward on the desk, my bare nipples against the cool glass surface. Atlas removes his fingers from my pussy and slowly rolls down my panties to reveal my ravaged pussy.
“That was…” I struggle to catch my breath.