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Chapter 4
“You lied.” He says, “But your body doesn’t.” And then his hand is un-der my skirt and his fingers touch me and oh god I’m so we-t. I close my eyes, so I can’t see him look at me. This can’t be real. This can’t be what I want. But it is.
His fingers slide along the outside of me, grazing my cl!t and diving back down to dip inside me. My whole body comes alive at that touch, and I shudder as his keep moving. Outside and inside and around. He’s using my own body against me, my own slic-kness making it easier for him to tease me.
His other hand comes behind my ne-ck and he pulls me in and kizzes me ha-rd, demanding more from me with his li-ps. Sweeping his tongue across my li-ps, tells me to open for him, and I do. He possesses my mouth, and it’s so much better than I imagined.
He pulls me back, and I’m more than a little breathless. There’s no trace of the pla-yful teasing of reading my stories. Now he’s radiating raw power. “Alyssa. You can choose now—I stop and we pretend this never happened, or we keep going and you surrender to me.”
I think I’ve stopped breathing. To have it laid out like that, so simply, it makes me we-tter. I know he feels it too. I should say no. This is not something people do. But I think of every night I’ve had since I’ve started, imagining him doing exactly this, letting him do what he wants with me. I’m staring at him, and I realize this may be my only chance to know what this feels like, to have a fantasy. This could be real. His hand ti-ghtens ever sol slightly on my ne-ck, bringing me back to the moment. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is as rich as ever.
I feel my face get hot, and I know I’m not going to be able to say it, not loudly at least. I lean forward, close to his ear, and I close my eyes. “Command me, Sir.”
His fingers spasm inside me, and when I look back at him eyes are filled with fire. His hand moves from my ne-ck and into my hair and grips it, making sure I can’t look away, can’t move my gaze anywhere from his face. I shiver, and I feel my skin react with goosebumps, Nip-ples ha-rdening beneath my dress. “You will do everything I say when you are in this office with me. Do you un-derstand?” He stro-kes his thumb across my cl!t, making my back arch.
“Yes, Sir.”
“First things first,” He says with a small smile, “Lock the door.” He releases me, and I glance backwards. To my shock, the door is still open. Not all the way, but still. Anyone could have seen, could have heard. He flexes his fingers inside me, and I look back at him. “Go. Now.” He says.
I do. I lock the door, and he makes sure all the blinds are closed. Then he returns to the couch and looks at me. He looks so at ease, and I’m glad because I am so not at ease. I’m terrified and exhilarated and aro-use d.
“Show me your brea-st s.” He says it so plainly, so matter of fact, it sends another surge of desi-re throu-ghme. My dress today is a wrap dress, and I pull it down so that each of my brea-st s are exp-osed, the nu-de lacy br@ not doing much to hide anything. “Come stand in front of me.”
I do.
He pulls the string tying my dress closed, and it falls open. His eyes move up and down, taking in every bit of my body. A slow, lazy smile follows and I feel my entire body heat. “I quite like you sitting on top of me. Take off your un-derwear and sit here again.”
I take them off, folding them and putting them on his desk. He’s waiting for me, and I look at him, waiting for him to say this is all a joke. He’s not serious.
He doesn’t.
I straddle his lap, he guides my hips so I’m flush against his. I can feel his co-ck straining though his pa-nts, pressing against me. From the feel alone I can already tell it’s enough to promise plea-sure for days.
Charles puts his hands in my hair again and takes a kizz before tilting my head back and kizzing my throat, moving his way down to my brea-st s. He doesn’t bother moving my br@, su-cking my left ni-ppleinto his mouth throu-ghthe sheer fabric. A Gr0-n escapes me and I rock my hips against him.
“Not yet,” He says, “That will come later. I can’t wait to have my way with you.” I shudder at the implication of everything he can do to me.
His mouth moves over my ni-ppleagain, and his hand is at my entrance again, fingers teasing. He slides two fingers in de-ep. “Ride my hand.” He says, and I don’t hesitate. I roll hips against his hand, lifting up and falling. I grab the back of the couch and follow his instructions: I ride his fingers in a way that would make any cowboy proud. I’m approaching the top, every roll of hips bringing me closer. My eyes are closed, and I feel his hand ti-ghten in my hair.
Suddenly his fingers are gone and I falter. I open my eyes to find him watching me. His face is serious, but his eyes are pla-yful, like he’s amused that I thought he would let me come so easily. Gripping my hips, he fli-ps me over onto the couch so I’m leaning back against it, and he’s above me. I’m overwhelmed by the sight of him above me. It’s exactly how I thought it would be.
He takes both of my wrists in one hand and moves them above my head, touching them to the wall. His other hand is at my pv$$y, filling it again with his fingers, moving with purpose. He adds a third finger, and then a fourth, and I feel so full, so aro-use d, I know it won’t take me long.
Every stro-ke touches all of me and a brightness gathers in de-ep inside me. I can feel it closing in. Then he moves fas-ter, and I feel his thumb roll across my cl!t, and I break. My hips spasm as he continues to fu-ck me with his hand. I bite my li-ps to keep quiet as the Orgasm rolls over me and I go deaf and blind.
I feel his fingers leave me, and I feel his hand guide mine down from against the wall. I take de-ep breaths, but my heart is still pounding. Wow.
I hear a zi-pper, and I open my eyes to see. I’ve been waiting for this moment. I am not disappointed. His erection is full and long and straight. I think about wrapping my hands around it, knowing it would take both to full circle him.
He’s watching me again, and even though the power is still there, there’s a mischievous smile on his face. “My turn.”
Charles
The sight of Alyssa spr-ead out in front of me, dazed from her Orgasm, is nearly enough to make me come. The hungry look in her eyes when she saw my co-ck is definitely more than enough. Having her un-der my control is like a fire has been lit inside. I want every pa-rt of her to surrender to me, and that pa-rt of me that is purely male is roaring in satisfaction that she said yes. “Alyssa.”
“Yes, Sir.” She says in a voice that tells me she’s still in the hum of her Orgasm. It won’t be her last. I take my time looking at her. Every pa-rt of her is beautiful, from her face to her brea-st s to her pv$$y, which is swollen and glistening and far too tempting.
“Alyssa.” She looks at me, “Put your hands on me.”
She does, and I don’t even think she realizes that she’s smiling. She wraps her fingers around me, and I close my eyes. The warmth spr-eading throu-ghher fingers is the best thing I’ve felt in a long time. The tips of her fingers run down my length and my muscles ti-ghten.
She wraps both her hands around me and stro-kes me from base to tip, and I have to hold my breath. She does it again. Then with one hand and the other. Back and forth. Every stro-ke is bright like lightning, and I let my head fall back.
My hips are moving, my co-ck thr-usting against her hands. My entire body is vibr@ting with plea-sure, and I can feel my Orgasm starting to rise. But that’s not going to happen, not until Alyssa comes again. I grab her hands on my co-ck, slowing them down.
“I want to watch you come again.” I say. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.” Her eyes widen, and I know she still thinks that this isn’t real. But she obeys, and the thri-ll of seeing her move on my command flies throu-ghme like adrenaline. “You’re not to make any noise.”
She presses her li-ps together, and I smile. I have a feeling this is going to be a ha-rder challenge for her than she thinks. I see her finger move inside myself and desi-re rolls throu-ghme. Everything in me wants to take her now, but not yet. I lean down and kizz her, feeling her arm move between us as she brings herself closer. I de-epen the kizz and I hear a whimper from her. I’ll let it go. This time.
I run my fingers along her sides, ba-rely touching her skin and watching her shiver. I move to her brea-st s, teasing them with my fingers until her Nip-ples are peaked throu-ghher br@. Finally, my fingers find her cl!t, swollen and slic-k, and I take my time m@$$aging one side and then the other before moving down the center. She arches off the couch, her hand plunging de-ep inside herself.
The sight is too much. I take myself in my hand and begin to move, stro-king ha-rd and fast and bringing myself back to the edge. I find my rhythm and I’m there far too soon. Alyssa is pa-nting, her other hand grasping against the sofa and I know she’s close.
“Alyssa,” I say, my voice is raspy with nee-d. She looks at me, and I nod. “Come now.”
I see her Orgasm hit, her body shuddering, and her eyes closing as her fingers circle her cl!t over and over again. I can’t hold myself back anymore, and my Orgasm pulls itself up from de-ep inside me, and my entire body ti-ghtens with that lightning. I’m not in control anymore as it pulses throu-ghme again, and again, and again as I come across her che-st and ne-ck, coating her.
My heart is racing, and Alyssa is breathing just as heavily as I am. I lean forward and kizz her softly, then dee-per. I take what I want from the kizz, and she gives it. A feeling dee-per than desi-re opens inside my che-st at her surrender.
Neither of us speak. Not until I help her to stand, help her re-tie her dress.
“Wow.” She says.
“Better than a fantasy?”
“You have to ask?” She says, coming over to the desk.
I grab her un-derwear before she can reach for them. “I don’t think so.”
“Why?”
“Call it incentive.”
“Incentive.” She raises an eyebrow.
“That’s right,” I say, rounding the desk to stand in front of her. “This just happened. As amazing as it was, I don’t really know what it is yet. Do you?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“So you’ll get these back when you come to dinner with me tonight.”
Her smile is soft and shy, everything opposite of what I just saw in her. “Fine. Incentive.” She unlocks the door, and I could be imagining it, but I think the swing in her hips is dee-per on purpose. Turning with a sm-irk she says, “Don’t forget, accounting nee-ds to speak with you.”
I sigh.
Alyssa
This restaurant is probably not the place I would have picked. The price alone would kill my bank account. I mean, I’m making enough money, but this is that kind of restaurant. Entrees that are impossible to pronounce with tiny servings. The waiters are wearing suits for goodness sake. Of course Charles looks perfectly comfortable here.
I am squirming in my seat.
The lack of un-derwear isn’t helping. He hasn’t given them back yet. I clear my throat, “Mr. Saxon.”
He sm-irks at me, “I think that after this afternoon you can call me by my first name. Or Sir, if you like.”
I don’t know what to say to him. In the hours that p@$$ed between the mind-blowing se-x in his office and now, a bubbling anxiety has settled in my stomach. I was warned that he had a reputation for being both very promiscuous and very charming. I had fallen for it and now I was here letting him take me out so he could pretend I wasn’t just another conquest.
Even if it was the best se-x I’ve ever had, I can’t believe I let it happen.
It’s his turn to clear his throat. The awkwardness in the air is palpable. “Alyssa, are you alright?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
TBC