Chapter 20 #3
“You need to slow down, or you’ll fall on your face,” I warn him, trying not to show how overwhelmed I feel.
“I’m sure you’ll be there to help me up.” He kisses me again, sweetly now.
This time, when his hands slither under my shirt, I can’t find it in me to stop him. When he kisses me like this, so tenderly, my heart just slips and falls.
“Eth—I have to go?— ”
“Alright,” he agrees insincerely. “Go.”
His hand cups my breast, his touch possessive and his fingers pinch my pebbled nipple. My chest has been sensitive lately, and when he kneads it, leaving marks on my pale skin, I want to cry out. It sends streaks of pain and pleasure straight down to my core, and I bite down on my lower lip.
His fingers are making quick work of my blouse buttons, and his other hand is within my skirt, tugging at my panties.
“Why’re you so wet?” he murmurs against my ear as he nibbles on the lobe.
My pussy clenches in need, desperate for something to fill that gaping emptiness inside me. But he doesn’t push in his fingers. He just runs them along the wet seam, gathering my juices before offering them to me.
“Open your mouth.” When he uses that tone, his orders are absolute. There is no room for me to defy him. Not when he has me sitting in his lap, my shirt open and my breasts covered in a lacy black bra, on display for him. No, I handed over control to him the moment I let him kiss me.
And he knows it.
My lips part, my eyes on his, and he pushes in the fingers, resting them on my tongue.
“Now be a good girl and clean them.”
His voice is husky, rubbing across my skin like gravel and honey, stirring something deep and dangerous inside me. My lips close on his fingers, and I let my tongue run over them, sucking, licking, all the while holding his gaze.
His eyes darken, something feral stirring beneath the surface.
“God, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “So fucking obedient when I have my fingers in you.”
A moan slips from me, my eyes fluttering shut as he pulls his fingers out.
His hand seizes my jaw, and this time the kiss is hard and fierce.
He releases my jaw, trailing those fingers to my hair and grabbing a fistful as he tilts my head just the way he wants.
There is nothing gentle about the kiss. It’s a claiming, as if he’s telling me that my body is his alone.
Every movement is dominance wrapped in desire, every brush of his tongue, a demand.
I gasp in his mouth, and he takes that, too, swallows it like it belongs to him, like I belong to him.
He pulls away, and when he does, my body is a tangle of need and desire. I want his hands on me, I want him in me. My panties are soaked. I can feel the stickiness between my legs as I move.
But when he gazes at me, the smirk in his eyes has my heart sinking.
“You can go to lunch now.”
He helps me stand, fixing my shirt while I stare at him, stunned.
Not again.
Tell me I didn’t fall for it again.
My breathing is hard, every nerve on fire, my panties so wet I might have to throw them out, and this jerk is smiling at me as if nothing is wrong?
My jaw hardens. Does he think I’ll beg him? Does he really think he can manipulate me into asking him to fuck me?
I paste a smile on my face, my eyes narrowed. Reaching with my hand, I pat his cheek. “I think I’ll take the rest of the day off today.”
He blinks. “Why?”
My expression doesn’t flicker. “Clearly, you’ve lost your touch. I have other ways of getting myself off. I’ll see you at home.”
I’ve only taken two steps when he grabs me by the wrist, yanking me back to him. “Say that again?”
The dangerous lilt to his voice makes me want to smirk. “Are you hard of hearing now as well? It’s understandable. You’ve clearly been so overworked?—”
“I’m not that overworked, Natalie,” he growls. “And what the fuck do you mean you have ways of getting yourself off? What are you planning to do?”
I shrug. “I keep a box of ‘friends’ in my closet, just in case, you know.”
Forcing him to release me, I walk around my desk and reach in one of the drawers, bringing out a small key. “I forgot. I need this to open the box. I’ll see you?—”
He strides after me, putting both hands on either side of me, effectively trapping me against my desk. “The only one allowed to put something in that pussy of yours is me. No one else. Not even you.”
The low growl makes me shudder, the authoritative edge of it making my toes curl, but I’ve been toyed around with quite enough.
I look over my shoulder at him, arching an arrogant brow. “Why? Is your name written on it?”
It takes him a minute to understand what I’m referring to, and his hand comes to clasp around my neck, his voice heated in my ear. “Yes. Every inch of you belongs to me, Natalie.”
His hand tightens around my throat. “Especially this dripping cunt of yours.”
He shoves his hand down my skirt, pushing the edge of my panties to the side and shoving in three thick fingers, down to the base of his knuckles.
A strangled sound escapes me as he stuffs me full with his fingers. The air is knocked out of me, my nerve endings on fire, his fingers moving within me.
“Spread your legs.” His words are an order, and I obey mindlessly.
The ‘good girl’ that follows in that pleased, smug tone of his makes my pussy tighten around his fingers .
“Is this what you were trying to do?” He squeezes my throat, cutting off the air for a heartbeat before relaxing his hold. “Were you trying to get me riled up so I would fuck you like this?”
If he thinks that just because he’s got his fingers in me, I’m going to bend over so easily, he’s deluded.
“It’s not my fault you can’t get it up these days,” I hiss.
The insult lands exactly where it’s meant to, and his eyes glitter in angry amusement.
“Can’t get it up? For you?” He releases my neck, sliding his hand down to grasp mine, forcing me to feel his hard cock through his pants.
“Feel this because you’ll be licking it all over soon enough.
This is for you. Only and always for you. ”
Before I can throw another taunt his way, he pulls out his fingers till the very tips are left in, and then slams them back in.
A long drawn-out moan spills from my lips as my upper body falls forward.
I brace myself on my desk with my forearms as my boss, the CEO of the company, fucks my pussy with his fingers.
“Just minutes ago,” he murmurs, “you were telling me this was inappropriate. Now look at you, spreading your legs for me, making all these lewd sounds just for me. Is that what you wanted from me?”
I try to say something, but I’m seeing white heat. All I can focus on is how he’s dragging those thick appendages through me, in and out, a hard, punishing rhythm that has me mewling.
He pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and his fingers twist in my hair, forcing my head back as he leans over me, his voice harsh, “Can your flimsy, little toy cocks fuck you like I can? Can they make you whimper the way I can?”
His aggression excites me. It has my pussy tightening around his fingers.
“Et-Ethan,” I whine.
I can see the satisfaction on his face. “If you want a toy in you, I’ll be the one to put it in. And not in your cunt, but in this little hole.”
His finger presses against the puckered hole, and my lips part as he inserts the edge of it, covered in my juices. The orgasm that shatters me is intense, but he doesn’t let me ride it out.
Drawing out his fingers, I hear something rustle, and then my skirt is being pushed up, hiked around my waist. My lower muscles clench, desperate to be filled.
Then I feel the fat head of his cock aligning with my entrance.
My legs quiver, and his hand holding my hair forcibly pushes it down to the desk, my cheek pressed against the papers.
Anticipation and nervousness sweep through me. I’ve broken all my own rules, and I simply can’t find it in me to care.
And then there’s a knock on the door.
“Natalie?”
Iris’s voice from the other side makes my blood go cold.
I try to lift my head, but Ethan’s hand doesn’t budge.
My eyes widen, but before I can say anything, he covers my mouth with his other hand and thrusts into me.