by Kira Blakely
“Rex,” I say again. I fold my arms over my plump rack, wishing I was still wearing that constrictive shapewear. At least I got fucking dressed.
I search for the right words to say, making a soft spluttering sound and shaking my head. I hate being the one to reject someone. Rejection is never pleasant and I like to be pleasant.
But this has to be done.
“You saw me with Rainier last night,” I remind him.
“Yeah, in a mask,” Rex answers, coming closer. “Not like us.” He scoops his mask up into his dark hair, still beaming expectantly at me. He just really believes that I want him, even though I’m sure every smile and every glance I gave him was never more than friendly. “We’re more than that. Hell, you came. That says it all, doesn’t it?”
“I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I should have told you but—but I didn’t tell anyone. Even Rainier.”
Rex pauses and glowers. “You mean Mr. Howell, don’t you?” he reminds me in a hiss. “He never let you call him by his first name.” He only stands at a distance of a few strides now.
I purse my lips and nod, feeling small. “Right, Mr. Howell,” I agree. “I... Rex... I’ve had a huge crush on him since the moment we met. I’m really sorry. I came because you told me he liked to come here, too.”
Rex bites his lower lip and shakes his head, looking at the floor. When he looks back up at me, he says, “What about me?” He steps closer. I take a small step back.
“I don’t have feelings for you, Rex,” I confess. “I should have said that earlier—there was just never a good time. And you’re kind of one of my bosses.”
Rex’s eyes bore into mine and he nods slowly. “That’s true,” he agrees softly. “I am one of your bosses. And I know that you just had sex with your other boss. So, there’s two things that can happen now.”
I swallow. I think I know what my choices will be.
“You can either... get over here and make things even, or you can be fired.” He takes one long, sudden stride toward me and grips the hair at the nape of my neck. I cringe backward and my knees buckle together. “If you’re so in love with Rainier, you must love following orders. They’re all he ever gives. So, here’s a command for you. Get on your knees, Miss Petit, and suck my cock until I come down your slutty little throat.”
I whimper and tears crowd up into my eyes. “No,” I say, wishing there was some more security right now. Where is the valet right now?
“Come on,” Rex grumbles, pulling my hair hard and wrenching me onto my knees in front of him. His dick, smelling strongly of strange, waves like a pillar in my face. He is hard as a rock, and it’s still average, so that’s good for him. “Be my assistant, too, Ella.”
“No,” I say again, shoving at his hips and trying to get out of his grip on my hair.
“What the actual fuck, Rex?” Rainier’s voice booms out from the doorway, and I sob with gratitude as Rex immediately relinquishes me. The force of my struggle sends me onto the ground at his feet, but my eyes are still on Rainier. I can’t believe he’s here.
He found me, too. And now he’s going to protect me and set everything right.
Because he’s perfect. Top of the line.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Rex says with a forced laugh. “You know she likes it rough, man.”
“She never shoved me away or said no,” Rainier schools him sternly, crossing the room and pulling back a fist, letting it fly in a tight, perfect right-cross, all his body weight behind it. Rex flies backward and goes sprawling on his side. I clap my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. How did everything go so wrong, so fast? I tried to be nice, damn it!
“Get out of here,” Rainier commands Rex, and his partner—maybe ex-partner, now—scrambles to obey. His nose is bleeding and blood spatters down onto his chest. That he’s naked makes him seem even more vulnerable. Rainier is dressed in light khakis and a tight white t-shirt. “I never want to see another woman telling you no, and being forced to submit, Rex. Or it will be much worse for you in many ways.”
“She was asking for it,” Rex insists, cradling his nose now. “She’s been asking for it all year.”
Rainier darts across the room, likely to give Rex a thorough ass-kicking, and the other man whirls and sprints across the entire beach in a matter of seconds. Rainier glowers after him, then turns to me. His gaze softens. The softness reaches down even into his mouth, and his entire energy shifts. He strides across the room and his hands kiss down my torso, gathering on my ass and holding me securely against his entire body. I feel so safe and cherished. My heart swells... and my pussy throbs for him.
‘I should have been here sooner,” he tells me through gritted teeth. “Did he do anything to you, Ella?”
“No,” I say, remembering that I’m unmasked... remembering that he knows exactly who I am, and what I’ve been doing. I swallow thickly and force myself to gaze up at him. “No, Mr. Howell. He just told me that he would fire me for fucking you, unless I fucked him, too.” A rueful smile cracks on my lips. “Just that.”
Chapter 9
Rainier
When she calls me Mr. Howell, a little part of my heart grows and then breaks. Have we discovered something here?
Don’t get ahead of yourself, man. She’s your assistant. How many of them have had crushes on you? Probably all of them.
But how many have haunted me? Just one.
I gaze down at her wonderingly. I’ve never seen Ella without her glasses on. I’ve never seen her with her hair down. I’ve never seen her buxom body completely uncased from all its accoutrements. She’s like a new woman. When she’s not at work... she is a bombshell.
But she’s a professional in the office. Top of the line.
“It’s ironic, you know,” I murmur, leaning my head down onto her crown. I inhale her citrus perfume and sweet, oaky natural scent. “I came here to get over you... and you ended up under me.”
Her limpid hazel eyes flash up to me. “Don’t get over me,” she pleads softly. “I didn’t even know you were under me.”
I nod and smooth my hands down her curvaceous, muscled back. “I didn’t know it either,” I admit. “I’ve been fighting it as hard as I can.”
“Why?”
I hook my fingers into the elastic of her lounge pants and peel them down. She steps out of them and I rise, scooping her arms up. I peel her top off in one deft motion and then use it to blindfold her eyes. I grab up the pants and usher her backward toward the bed.
“I misjudged you,” I tell her. She stumbles backward with my movements, until her knees are against the bed and she collapses backward. I slide her up to the headboard and secure her wrists with the lounge pants. I tie it as tight as lightweight linen can go. She can’t move her arms now... and soon, she won’t be able to move her legs. “I thought you couldn’t give me what I want. That no woman could.” I bind her ankles in the sheets and secure them to the bottom of the bedpost. Now she’s stretched in quarters and blindfolded by a tube top. Fully nude and perfect.
“You surprised me,” I murmur, undressing and climbing onto the bed. I crawl over her body, splayed out in wait for me. “You’re perfect.” I look over her, wondering why she’s being so quiet, and then say, “You can speak.”
She bites down on her lower lip and volunteers, “I want to touch you right now,” in a soft, sweet voice.
My cock inflates at her need, but I harden against it. Sex isn’t only about gratification. It’s also about resistance. It’s a game with peaks and valleys. “No,” I tell her, leaning down to tease my lips over hers as I speak. “You may not.”
She arches up to take a kiss without permission and I wrap my hand easily around her fragile neck, pressing her back. I throb at how complete and utter my control is, knowing that I wield her safely, knowing that she’s loving every minute of it.
“Bad girl,” I growl at her, running the tip of my cock over her hip, along her thigh and tummy, letting her feel that part of me. “Now you’re no
t going to get this.”
“No,” she moans. “I’ll be good.”
“We’ll see about that.” I rip off her blindfold and tell her, “You can look. But no touching.”
I straddle her and stroke myself, running my staff up her thighs and hips, tracing her body with pre-cum. She moans and her hips gyrate. I can see how bright pink her pussy is, how swollen and slick. God, she does need to come, or she’s going to bust all by herself. I can almost feel how her skin must be vibrating, her nerves desperate for a single swipe with a fingertip.
But I don’t give it to her. Her eyes squeeze shut and I hunker between her spread thighs, just inhaling her musk. “Ella,” I say sternly. “Look at me.”
She looks down at me between her legs, and I lazily lap my tongue in the air right in front of her vagina. If she wanted to be disobedient, she could easily buck her hips and press her clit into my mouth. But she doesn’t move. She just lets me pantomime eating her out, and when I look up at her again—still watching me—I grin.
“Good girl,” I breathe, plastering my naked body completely over hers. My pounding erection lies over her pussy and, when I slide between her lips, we both stiffen and suck in a breath. My vision goes out for a second, it’s still so wonderfully wet and tight.
I wrap my arms around my spread-eagle assistant and pound smoothly and deeply into her, burying my face against her neck, sinking us deep into the mattress. I lose myself in her and forget about submission, forget about the island and the masks and the endless carnality of everything. I just let her perfect pussy bathe me, wash over me in waves of tightness and friction, and the only thought in my entire body is… Ella.
“Ella...” I rasp, my fingers carving into her mane. I look into her hazel eyes and she looks back, glowing with sweat. The enormity of what we’re doing hits me but I shunt it to the side and just bury myself in her again. Fuck it. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. She doesn’t want to stop. Rex can go fuck himself. We’re doing this.
“Yes, Mr. Howell?” she asks in a sweet, trembling voice.
I pull myself from her, which takes every ounce of my willpower, and I say, “Rainier.” I grip her hips and twist her easily onto her stomach, exposing that wonderful pillow of an ass she has. I can’t wait to buck my hips against it, to feel her softness and her roundness against my hard, straight body. “Spread your legs.”
She does as told, her thighs fanning apart and opening up a tantalizing little tent of shadow between her legs. I stroke myself and lower, skimming my head around her cunt, then sinking inside. My eyes roll back in my head and I plant my fists on either side of her wide hips for balance. With each drive into her, her booty bounces, and I throb at the sight and go harder, faster, loving to watch it bob, loving her shrills of pleasure and surprise. She sounds like her mouth is full of mattress.
“Fuck, yeah,” I breathe, biting her shoulders. She whimpers and tilts her hips up, seeming to be in pain but enjoying it. I pound harder into her, shifting my weight onto my knees and scooping my hands around her hips. I hoist her into the air and drive deeper, faster, a maniac. My cock tingles and prepares to gush.
How the hell am I supposed to be in the same office with her after this?
“I never want you to wear those stupid Spanx in my office ever again,” I rasp, still going like a jackhammer into her. “I want to see all your curves, Ella. I want you... bending over in front of me while I’m trying to work. I want you... sucking me off under the desk. That’s your new job, Ella. Take my dick. Soak up all my fucking cum.”
“Oh, god,” Ella cries out. “Yes, yes, yes. Fill me up, Mr. Howell. Fill me up...”
I reach between her lips and find her swollen clit, playing it back and forth in two fingers. She shrieks and pushes her pussy even harder down onto me, and I hit a depth I didn’t know existed. Her twat starts milking me. It’s fucking humming for me. All my thoughts run clear and I lose track of time, just playing and pounding, playing and pounding my little sex slave.
It’s the severe clenching of her walls around my prick that brings me back into my conscious mind, because it’s too sweet. Her pussy wraps around me like a muscular flower and seems to suck the orgasm right out of my rod. I buck into her like crazy and everything goes white. A shower of prickly heat rains over my body and my cock pops. Hot seed spills into her waiting pussy. I thrust and thrust, and she drinks it all up, pressed haggard on the mattress.
I collapse on top of her, Ella and I both boneless in the afterglow.
“I can never be without you, Ella,” I pant against her neck. “I can’t spend all day inside you and then leave work and come back to an empty mansion.”
“Maybe you can bring your work home with you,” Ella purrs drowsily. “Spread it out on the dinner table. On the bed. Yeah.” She grinds her sopping pussy against me, still buried deep inside her. “Bring your work to bed, Rainier. Do it overnight.”
Chapter 10
Ella
We take an early afternoon nap and awaken naked, tangled in each other’s legs, while my wrists are still tied to the damn headboard. My hands are totally numb and lay like dead fish as Rainier works to untie them upon waking.
“I’m sorry about that. It was irresponsible of me, as the person who tied you up,” Rainier says. “I was just so drained. Do you know how many times I’ve come inside you since last night? Is it only two or three? I feel like it was nine or ten...”
“And it’s only Friday,” I joke softly, and Rainier chuckles. I don’t really mean it, though. The time is flying and we leave tomorrow. “Will I really be your new sex assistant?” I wonder, nipping at my lower lip. It was hot dirty talk but is it really realistic?
“I don’t know,” Rainier says, propping his chin on his elbow and lying beside me in the bed. We’re both still nude but the mood becomes serious when the word “really” gets used. The mood becomes serious when I ask questions. “It would be complicated, of course.” One of Rainier’s fingers traces over my collarbone and down between the valley of my breasts. “Rex is going to be an issue. And we can’t have associates walking into graphic scenes with the secretary.”
My heart deflates. The secretary.
“Right,” I say.
“I don’t want to fire you, though,” he adds quickly, voice firm. “I don’t want to transfer you. I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
“But things are going to change,” I remind him with certainty. “You know what’s going to happen if I walk into your office on Sunday like nothing ever happened.”
His cock stirs at my words and I have to smile. “You are the devil,” I purr.
“Why not a god?” he wonders, drawing me closer against his bare erection, and I guffaw.
“Because you call me a good girl when I’m doing bad things.” My eyes trail up and down his immaculate body, still unable to believe it’s stretched out, naked, beside me. Naked and hard. “And because your cock is the eighth deadly sin.”
“You don’t blame your pussy at all for this?” Rainier’s finger lifts to gently circle my nipple. The skin puckers responsively and I draw in a ragged breath. I know what all these little touches mean. Even though my pussy has been pounded into dust, he’s circling around for thirds and fourths. His finger slides down my breast and stomach, across my mons, and between my labia. “You think I had a choice?” he whispers against my ear, and my eyelashes flutter. I let my legs fall open for him.
Rainier grunts and rubs my nub, his eyes fixated on my pussy. “Look at this thing. It’s like a poppy. Such a pretty flower but so addictive.”
I tremble and rock my hips back and forth against his touch.
He leans close and whispers against my ear, “Sometimes in my office I could smell your pussy.”
I tremble harder. I know I’m wet now. His fingers play expertly with my button.
“I would be trying to focus on my job and you’d walk by, so innocent, just getting some little thing,” he rasps so softly. “And Jesus Christ, I’d know y
ou were soaking wet. I’d know you were ovulating. There’s no other reason a pussy would smell so strong and so good.”
“Oh, Rainier.” I open my legs wider still, giving him all my throbbing womanhood, and he obediently picks up his pace, scraping over me with a rough precision that brings my thighs to a quiver.
Rainier swallows thickly. “I started jacking myself off under the desk,” he confesses. His free hand wraps around his own cock and slowly pumps. “I never do stuff like that. To lose control of yourself is unacceptable. But I was constantly hard. I needed the release.”
He works me harder and faster, getting desperate for my cum, and my eyes roll back in my head. Oh, it’s coming. “Did you think about me?” I ask him.
“Every time,” Rainier grunts. He jerks his finger erratically across my clit and the unpredictable pattern brings me instantly to the edge. “Oh, god, this pussy.” He grinds on it rhythmically again and the orgasm drags forward and crashes down on me. I gush clear, syrupy juices all over his hand. I buck and push my hips. My pussy shudders and grabs for anything it can squeeze...
Like an answer to a prayer, Rainier’s hot cock slides into me again. “This pussy,” he repeats, “is mine now. No more coming under the desk.” He whispers against my ear. “Now I only come in you... Miss Petit.” He rolls and pulls me on top of him, never sliding out. I start humping him, feeling too soft to effectively fuck anyone from the top, but I’ve underestimated Rainier’s dominance. Even when he’s on the bottom, he’s still on the top, and he plunges into me with his abdominals crunching hard. I don’t even have to do anything but literally ride him like he’s a bucking bronco. He plunges his thick length into me again and again, punching my sweet spot so hard I get dizzy. I hold onto his chest and just take the pleasure... There’s nothing else I can do.
Orgasm pours out of me quickly, but Rainier doesn’t stop until his cock balloons and bursts inside me. His cum is so hot that I feel it rush into my pussy and my eyeballs roll in my head. I love his cum. I love his dick. I want to have a million Howell babies.
