Perfect Drug

by Melinda Owens

  He spun her around pushed her down on the desk, yanking her skirt up to her waist and tugging her thong aside. A low moan escaped from his lips as he played with his new toy. He twisted it, tugging it and pressing it back in place before thrusting his fingers inside the swollen lips of her core. He was relentless, and she was desperate. It was a combustible combination.

  “Christ,” he muttered as the jangle of his belt filled the room. She gripped the edges of the desk, her arms spread eagle and pressing her breasts against the top. She felt the cold of the wood through the lace, puckering her nipples. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance and slammed home, jiggling the plug with the motion. It sent sensations rocketing through her. She was incredibly full and could feel every ridge and curve and bump on his cock. He gave a muttered curse and started pumping in and out of her. Each thrust in was an invasion she welcomed, pressure everywhere, moving the plug from within. Each withdrawal was heartbreaking, leaving her bereft and needing more. One hand was at her hips, controlling his movements, as if he needed her help to do this. But the other hand toyed with the plug, continuing to press on it and tug. She was mindless with pleasure, about to die from the exquisite beauty of it all.

  “Oh God,” she said as another orgasm rippled through her. Her legs were shaking, and every muscle she had clenched tightly as he thrust inside her twice more, then stilled, coating her insides with his seed.

  He was breathing so raggedly, she though he might keel over, but after a few moments, he recovered and pulled his still slightly erect member out of her.

  “Now maybe I can take my time with this gift you’ve given me,” he murmured as his finger traced a pattern on her ass, circling the plug, the circles growing smaller and smaller until he reached for it again and gave it a tug. The previous tugs had been experimental, this one purposeful. It came out, stretching her tight ring of muscles encircling it with a small popping noise.

  Charlie kept her cheeks spread and she turned to find him looking at her darkest place in awe. It was almost like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and she almost laughed. Surely women had let him do this before. He massaged her ass reverently.

  “Did you bring lube?” She nodded.

  “In my bag?”

  He took a deep breath, then chuckled. “I’ll risk it. Stay here and take off the rest of these clothes before I rip them to shreds. I’ll find it and be right back.” He yanked his pants back up and zipped them but didn’t button them, then went to the office in search of her bag.

  Naked aside from her stockings, garters, and shoes, since he seemed to like those, she leaned on the desk and watched him dig through her bag, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he searched for what he wanted. Emerging from her bag with the bottle of lube triumphantly, he practically jogged back to his office.

  She waited for what was next.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Charlie forced himself to halt inside the door to his office and just look at her. It was an offering, one he wasn’t going to take lightly. He reminded himself she was new to all this. His world of pain and kinky eroticism was his alone, and the only women he’d been able to enjoy it with, were women he’d paid generously for the privilege. Before last week, she’d been an innocent. He’d played with her puckered little hole, but never satisfied himself with it.

  Now, he would.

  She had done everything he’d ever asked of her, right down to masturbating at her desk, so he could watch her come over the shoulder of Mr. O’Brian who was being blackmailed.

  At first, she’d just been some little hot piece he hired so he could fantasize about ruining her. He had no idea she wanted to be ruined as badly as he wanted to do the deed.

  She was a gift. He’d thought it once when he’d discovered the toy implanted in her asshole. Again, when she’d sent the pictures. Again, when he’d seen the rosy oh of her mouth as she came silently at her desk.

  Now, as she leaned against his mahogany monstrosity, breathing heavily and looking a little fatigued after their previous foray, he thought it again.

  A fucking gift.

  And he wanted to look her in the eyes as he took her ass the first time. As he walked to her, he uncuffed the links at his wrists. Her eyes widened, and he realized he was stalking her. No matter. He couldn’t stop himself. She was a gift, but she was his. And he was feeling a bit predatory. He’d make this good for her, but he was enjoying himself too much.

  His cufflinks dropped on the desk behind her, and he unbuttoned his shirt, then unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. She ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, taking off his shirt. He toed off his shoes.

  Naked, he embraced her, feeling her warm, soft skin against his.

  “Thank you,” he murmured into her sweet-smelling hair.

  She kissed at his neck, nipping it softly as she ran her hands down his back and grabbed his ass, pressing him toward her. She was cute if she thought she was in control of this situation.

  A soft growl escaped his throat as he gently pushed her back on his desk, raising her legs from behind her knees and pushing them back. He slid her down so her delicious ass hung over the edge of his desk, and he curled her legs, pressing her knees practically to her ears.

  “Hold them there,” he demanded, his control on the thread of the edge of restraint. Reaching for the lube, he coated his dick, then his fingers, then poured it around her hole, gaping from her position and the plug. It was red, irritated, but it would look worse than this when he was finished.

  Destruction. That was all on his mind as she whimpered while he coated everything, lubricating it. If he were a better man, he’d have insisted she graduate up to bigger toys before he stuck his dick in her there. The plug she’d bought was a small one, and he’d probably stretch her uncomfortably this time, but he couldn’t go back in time and take back all the want he had for this moment.

  There was no way he could stop this now.

  He pressed the head of his cock against her forbidden entrance while rubbing circles on her clit. The noise she made was one of fear, and he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and working it until she hissed in pleasure at him. He sank his fingers inside her pussy at the same time he pressed his head through the tight ring of her ass.

  JesusfuckingGodChrist…

  “So tight.” That’s what he thought he said, the garbled words coming out in a weird noise. Truth was, he was blinded by an ecstasy that bordered on pain, and it was delicious. A hand moved to her tit, molding it between his fingers, before tweaking a nipple to distract her from the pain. His other hand worked her clit to bring her pleasure.

  It was automatic. All he could think about was getting deeper in there. He pushed forward more, an inch, as her eyes widened.

  Hot. Smooth. So fucking tight.

  Another inch.

  “Do it,” she gritted out between clenched teeth, and he looked at her face for the first time since he’d gotten her into position. The heat in her eyes was obvious, even with one lone tear leaking from her eye. Sweat beaded on her brow. She breathed with her mouth open, the breaths shallow and rough. So much innocence, breaking as he watched her.

  He pressed in as far as he could go, almost to the hilt, then withdrew before pushing in again. Leaning over, he licked the tear from her cheek and nearly lost control.

  Settling into a slow rhythm, he forced himself to not slam into her virgin asshole today. She closed her eyes and her head fell back. Moving her forearms under her knees, she reached for her own nipples.

  “Fucking God, yeah. Do that.” She stimulated her nipples and he went to work on her pussy, drawing his fingers through the accumulated wetness from the both of them there.

  This wasn’t going to take long for him, and he needed it to be good for her.

  He pumped his fingers in and out of her, three of them, until he could feel himself through the thin wall separating the two holes. He mutt
ered more curses as her sounds of pleasure got louder, turning into wails. He pressed his thumb against her clit, trying to rub, but unable to concentrate on everything at once. It felt too good.

  Pleasure was building at the base of his spine, and he felt his balls draw up. He knew he was going to come quickly if he didn’t do something soon.

  He froze his hip movements and concentrated on her pleasure for a minute, finding the spot inside her that would make her fly apart. He watched her eyelids widen, her mouth fall open, and then felt the shudder of her pulsing climax.

  And he thrust hard, three times, four times, his pelvis slapping into her ass. He roared his release as he felt the explosion inside him. It came in torrential waves of bliss as she tightened around him like a vise. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see, blood roared through his ears.

  Jesus Christ.

  She shook on his desk as he withdrew from her, but he wanted to hold her, so he picked her up and settled in his chair, laying her on his lap. She curled into his body, and he stroked her back, relishing the utter mess he’d made of her body.

  It was a glorious marking, lube and his seed leaking out of her holes. Sweat and tear tracks covered the skin of her face, sweat also dripping down her back and shoulders.

  She trembled in his arms, and he shushed her. He was about to do something he’d never, ever done before, and he didn’t even think twice about it. At this point, it was necessary.

  “Come home with me tonight.”

  She nodded her acceptance, and as soon as his voice was normal again, he called the nurse, asking if she could stay with Gram for the night, then he called Luther and told his driver he was ready to go home. Then he walked to his closet and found Amelia one of his shirts to wear home. It was obvious what they’d been up to in his office, even with her skirt under it, but the massive shirt was so clearly not hers, or anything she would ever wear.

  Still, he liked it on her.

  She was silent as they took the freight elevator down and got into his car.

  Chapter Twenty

  Quiet on the drive, they were both lost in their own thoughts, but it didn’t miss his observations she silently wept on the way. He reached for her, wanting to say something, but not in front of Luther. For the first time ever, he wished he had a privacy screen to block his friend out of the conversation he longed to have with Amelia.

  She accepted his touch, though, and wove her fingers in his, squeezing almost painfully. So she didn’t regret things, he didn’t think. She needed his touch.

  He scooted over and wrapped her in his other arm, and she buried her face in his chest. He felt the hot wash of her beautiful tears as she wept silently into his shirt, continuing to clutch her hand to her chest. It rested between her breasts and didn’t even twitch.

  Right now, things had transcended sex with him, and he didn’t know what to do with that reality.

  When they got home, he thanked Luther for driving them, and told him he’d call in the morning when he needed him. Then he got out and helped Amelia inside his building.

  They rode the elevator up, again in silence. She still clutched his hand.

  Unlocking his door, he led her inside and over to the couch immediately. He sat her on the plush sofa and asked words he never thought he’d speak to a woman.

  “What do you need?”

  Surprise flickered over her face as she looked at him. She hadn’t expected the question either.

  He wanted to talk about this. What had happened, and miraculously, he wanted to talk about where they would go now. He needed them together, and he didn’t want to let her go. She was his, and he needed her to understand that.

  “I don’t know.” She worried her lips with her teeth and he watched, fascinated. Her eyes watered again, and he mentally urged the tears to fall, so he could witness it. “I want you. I want sleep. I want food.”

  He stood, his hand still grasping hers as tightly as she held his.

  He felt like he was in junior high, trying to impress his first girlfriend. But he didn’t give a shit. He took her into his bathroom and sat her on the toilet while he drew a bath. He found some oils and put them in the water, making it as hot as he dared. Then he carefully stripped her bare and led her into the water. From outside the tub, he washed her body, starting at her feet and massaging and rubbing gel into her skin, relishing the feel as her muscles relaxed under his touch.

  Things with Amelia were so different. Before her, he’d never rubbed anything into a woman’s skin. Now, he wanted to rub everything into her skin. He loved massaging her while he listened to the satisfied sounds coming from her mouth.

  He washed her hair, twice, enjoying the silky strands as they fell through his fingers. He rinsed it the final time, using the detachable shower nozzle.

  She had stared at him the entire time. In the mirror that lined the walls around the tub, he watched her eyes follow him as he moved. It was almost like she needed to see him, to know he was real.

  He held out his hand to help her out of the tub, drying her with a fluffy towel and leading her into his bedroom and over to the bed. He wanted to see the reality of her against his sheets.

  She looked tiny in his massive bed, but it seemed to suit her. He kissed her forehead as he settled her in.

  “I’ll go get some food. Be right back.”

  **

  Those were the last words Amelia heard before she closed her eyes. The day was overwhelming and after the bath, her fatigue had taken over her hunger. The bed was soft, the sheets cool, and the pillows heavenly.

  The next time she opened her eyes, the room was dark and a heavy weight held her down. She threw the down comforter off and realized the weight wasn’t the blankets. Charlie was draped over her, his arms snuggling her to his chest, his legs tangled in hers. She was naked, but he wore a pair of sleep pants. His soft snores in her ear were soothing noises that almost lulled her back into dreamland.

  But then her stomach growled at her, and she carefully peeled his arm off her and disentangled her legs before getting out of bed and grabbing one of his t-shirts from a nearby hamper. She needed to find some food.

  His apartment was massive. As she silently moved around it, the moonlight filtered in through windows to light her way. She saw a living room larger than her house, and beyond it, the kitchen, lit up by a light over the stove. She used it to maneuver her way around, finding a huge sandwich on a plate in the refrigerator wrapped in cling wrap. He must have made that for her when she’d fallen asleep.

  A happy squeal escaped as she grabbed the plate and took it to the counter. She stood over the sink and ate. She didn’t stop when she heard the thudding of feet as Charlie stormed through the apartment.

  He’d woken.

  Anticipation at seeing him again ratcheted her nerves, but she didn’t have long to enjoy the tingle, as his legs were long enough to eat up the floors between them in a matter of seconds.

  “I thought you’d left me.” She turned at the sound of his voice, her mouth full. He looked desperately lost and it reached out and clamped down on her insides, almost painfully. As his eyes traveled down her body, though, it seeped out of his expression.

  She looked down, realizing how she must look, mussed from sleep and wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. It still smelled like him, and she decided he must work out in it, since it smelled vaguely of a clean sweat. She hadn’t noticed before, since she’d been intent on navigating her surroundings and finding food.

  “I tried not to wake you.”

  He walked closer and leaned on the cabinet next to her, watching her with a careful look on his face.

  “My alarm went off.”

  “What time is it?”

  He shook his head. “Motion sensor.”

  For a moment she’d forgotten who she was dealing with. Yesterday had been a sort of dream for her, one she’d walked through in a fog. But it was real. She’d done things with Charlie, her boss,
she’d never dreamed of doing. Like an out-of-body experience, she remembered everything.

  Even now, it made her blush with arousal.

  His mouth quirked as he noticed, but thankfully, he didn’t make a move to do anything about it.

  “Let’s talk about yesterday, shall we?” His arm muscles bulged as he used them to jump on the countertop and sit.

  She stuffed the last piece of sandwich in her mouth and leaned on the counter next to him while she chewed.

  “I don’t know what came over me to do all that.” She wasn’t going to apologize, even if he expected it. She wasn’t sorry. The only thing that would make her apologetic was if he turned her away because of it. But she didn’t think he would.

  He put a finger over her lips as she spoke though, indicating he wanted to go first. Okay, she’d let him.

  She pressed her lips together and waited. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  “I know it has crossed your mind since you came under my employ that I was paying you for sex. And that is most definitely not the case. Like I told you before, that’s not what I was paying you for.” He took another deep breath and she knew whatever he was about to say was hard for him. “Yesterday … yesterday was … I don’t have words for what yesterday was. Exquisite, thrilling, fucking bliss. All of it, more.” He bit his lip and shook his head. “I have no idea what you want from me. I’m not a good guy, and I have never, ever had a relationship with a woman. But I want one with you.” He looked at her, really looking into her eyes, and the intensity of the emotion in the dark depths was like nothing she’d ever seen before. “I want everything with you. Your happiness, your pain, your pleasure, your tears, your laughter, your memories. But I need you to accept me for who I am. I can’t change. I’m a devil, and I lied before when I said I wouldn’t hurt you. I can’t help it. I’ll hurt you without meaning to, because that’s who I am. Sometimes the shadows take over and I do shit. That’s why I’m in the business I’m in. So I can hurt people and get paid for it.”