“Merry Christmas, Rhys,” I whispered seductively as he took me in from head to toe. His grey eyes sparked with fire as his gaze started at my eyes then drifted to my lips, then down to my spiked feet. A slow smile spread over his face as he watched me. He made no orders and I knew then, I was in control. He was going to let me have it.
Merry Christmas to me!
“Sit the fuck down. I want your cock in my mouth,” I ordered without hesitation. I was all too ready to run this show. He lifted his brow, a small smile forming on his lips, but obliged by sitting quickly, his eyes trained on mine. I walked over to his seat and stood in front of him, barking my next command. “Don’t touch me, not once or you won’t get my pretty pink pussy tonight.”
He smirked as I stood before him, pulling at his pants roughly to free him. He was rock hard and I saw his tip glisten as I pumped it with my fist and licked the moisture, leaving the rest of him throbbing.
“I need this hard cock inside me, but maybe I should show you first what you get.” His eyes widened as I pulled the bottoms down, revealing my bare soaked center to him. I spread my folds with my fingers and gilded them up and down. I was drenched in anticipation and brought the moisture up to his mouth. He opened wide and I took the fingers out of his grasp.
“Why should I give this to you? You think you deserve this?” I sneered standing closer to him, my swollen middle inches from his face. I heard him groan and saw his cock twitch. I became more excited as his breathing picked up.
“You want this?” I held the slickness of my sex under his nose and saw his eyes meet mine with fury for teasing him. Rhys loved my scent, my taste, and told me daily. I was sure this was the first time he had ever been dominated. I was taking my gift seriously. I shoved my fingers between his parted lips.
“Suck it good or you don’t get anymore, Rhys.” His tongue darted out, capturing my fingers and pulling them into his mouth, sucking mercilessly. I tapped his nose roughly when I almost lost my cool.
“That’s enough,” I said, surprised at the command in my own voice. Even he seemed a little surprised at my sudden niche for dominance.
“Hmm, what to do,” I said, circling his chair, his cock now purple and pulsing, eyes fucking me with his stare.“Tell me, Rhys, am I the best you’ve ever had? We both know what a little whore you’ve been.” I almost laughed at my own question but his gaze and next words only made me more determined.
“Why don’t you bring it to me and I’ll tell you.” His voice was threatening and it took all my strength not to do what he asked.
“You don’t make the rules here,” I said, sliding off my top then pulling his body down so he was almost lying down in his chair. I straddled his legs as my pussy grazed his dick and my nipples brushed his nose, a breath from his lips. His breathing hitched as he licked his lips and his eyes rolled slightly at the way my wet pussy glided back and forth on his dick.
“Pretty vanilla, Rhys, don’t you think?” I said, turning around so that my center was still touching the head of him and my ass was close to his nose.
“Fuck,” he whispered as I rubbed the head of him between my folds and reached down to cup his balls.
“You want to touch me?” I said, losing myself as my center contracted at the feel of his thick head. “I’ll give you an inch.” I slid down, taking his cock in my hot middle, taking only the promised inch, and heard him curse more as he kept his hands to his sides. I reveled in the sensation as I rocked that inch in and out, teasing him.
“Nah,” I said, pulling up and turning his chair so he was facing his desk. I sat on the edge, propping my feet up to give him a clear view of my sex. He looked on, his eyes tortured as I bared myself to him. “I don’t think you’re ready for me. I’m not feeling it, Rhys. Maybe I should just lie back and fuck myself.” And I did. I spread my legs before his face as I laid on his desk. I heard another moan and knew I had him right where I wanted him. My heels looked wicked on the armrests of his chair as they supported my legs. I lifted my ass to bring my middle closer to him as I plunged my fingers in.
“Violet, fuck.” His breath hit my pussy and I damn near went over the edge. I stopped my fingers and looked up at him. His eyes were deadly. I had brought out RED Rhys.
GO ME!
“Did I say you could fucking talk?” I smiled as he stared at my center and inched closer. “Don’t move!” I licked my fingers and brought them back down to my center and played with my clit the way he had shown me. I could hear the slickness as I moved my fingers in and out and up and down. I felt the pull and knew I was close. My chest heaved, my breast heavy as I moved my fingers faster, watching him take all of me in, his eyes on fire and turning black with his arousal. I stopped just as I was about to come and heard him growl in protest.
I was shocked as I watched his chest move up and down. I was completely floored at how much my little show had gotten to him. I sat up quickly, brushing my straining nipples across his face.
“You get what I give,” I bit out as I kneeled before him, my own need beginning to interfere with my control. Our eyes locked and his pleaded with me as I grabbed his pulsing cock in my hands and stroked it. His breathing was erratic as I swallowed him whole and he jerked in my mouth. I moaned as I sucked hard, tasting another burst of pre-cum and pressing my lips hard around his thickness.
His breath hissed between his teeth as he held onto his chair arms, his knuckles white.
“I just want a taste,” I said, taking him down to his base. I opened my throat, taking him deeper and felt him stiffen. He was close. “Don’t you dare come,” I hissed as I worked even harder to pull out his release. A few strokes later, he was covered in sweat, having lost all control. I gave him a knowing smile. I release him from my mouth and heard him moan again as I stood.
“Fuck me,” I ordered.
He stood quickly and grabbed my throat, squeezing roughly as his mouth came crashing down to mine. Our tongues thrust together as we fought a war for control and both lost. I gasped as he pulled my ass apart, separating and kneading me roughly, pulling my body to his erection. He let go as I strained to keep our kiss and put me back on his desk, laying me down and burying his head between my thighs, licking my ass repeatedly and devouring my pussy. I screamed out as he thrust his fingers in me, eating me like I was his last meal. He plunged his fingers in and out and fucked me ruthlessly with them as he licked and sucked my clit, drawing my orgasm quickly. I erupted, my legs shaking and my entire body exploding in sensation as he continued his assault well after I finished.
“Fuck, yes, Rhys, fuck,” I screamed as I came again minutes later, feeling the warmth slide down as his tongue quickly lapped it up. When the wave subsided, he plunged his tongue in deep, pulling my ass off the desk as he swirled it inside of me. My ass fell back to the desk and I looked up to see him stand over me, his black eyes crazy with desire. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his glistening chest. Once naked, he used both hands, worked them over my body, touching every inch as I moaned and writhed beneath him.
“You’re perfect, and you’re mine, Violet.” He pumped his dick with his fist and put it at my entrance, leaning over me to taste my lips. Once satisfied with my lips, he buried his huge cock inside of me, filling me so full my whole body seized. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he took me roughly. His thrusts were of a man possessed as he branded my body with his hands, touching me everywhere.
Near his release, he pulled me onto his lap, never losing our connection. I placed my hands behind me on his thighs as my legs spread wide over his armrests. He cradled my ass as he pumped his thick cock inside and we got lost in each other. He leaned in, kissing my lips as he stroked my pussy with his length. I pushed off of his thighs, angling my hips so he touched me deeper and felt the tip of him stroke my g-spot.
“I’m going to come again, Rhys, come with me,” I pleaded as my body started to shake. One more stroke and I was convulsing, singing his praises as he licked my lips and spilled into me, pumping fa
ster as we rode it out together.
I brought my legs down on either side of him, tucking them under my thighs as I buried my head in his chest. Minutes passed as we held each other, covered in the evidence of our need for each other. I looked up to him, his lips smeared with red, his breathing still heavy as he smiled down at me.
“I hope you enjoyed your present because that shit is NEVER happening again.”
“Aww, come on, you liked it,” I said, running my fingers through his damp black hair.
“Never again, this is my body to touch, my pussy to lick, and these are my fucking lips to take.” He leaned in again, drawing my bruised lips into his mouth and sucking.
“Fine.” I pulled away as he dipped back in. “But, I know you liked it.” He nodded his head yes then shook it to toy with me as I hugged him tightly. I looked at the security screen over his shoulder and froze.
Sensing the tension in my body, Rhys asked, “What is it?” He pulled back to look at my face. I locked my arms to keep him from doing so.
“Violet, what’s wrong?” he asked again, concern in his voice.
On the screen I saw Alex walking in with a couple, a smile on his face. He was taking off the coat of the woman and I narrowed my eyes to get a look at her.
Sandra.
Rhys stood still, locked in my grip around him as my legs hit the floor. He pulled out of my grasp easily and demanded an answer.
“Violet, what the hell?” he asked, jolting me out of my stupor.
“It’s Alex. He’s here.”
Rhys stiffened at my confession and turned to look at the monitor. His eyes went cold as he studied the screen and I looked up to see his jaw twitch. His expression was murderous.
Baffled and beyond shocked, I quickly started rambling.
“I don’t know how the hell he found this place, but this shit is not okay,” I said, scooping up my jacket and fastening it quickly. “I’ll take care of this, Rhys. Seriously, don’t be upset. I can’t even begin to imagine how he even knew of a place like this.”
Rhys buckled his belt and smoothed down his tie, his expression unreadable, but his eyes holding more contempt than I’d ever seen. He moved to the door quickly as I straightened my hair. I barely caught the words as he walked out.
“It’s not him, it’s her.” I looked at the security screen filled with Sandra and the realization almost brought me to my knees...Click.
To S. Lynn you are one amazing friend. I’m just going to thank you over and over for being my rock. Your support kept me going this year. I can’t imagine doing this without you.
Anna Gables, thank you for being my backbone when I’m too tired to have any. You are seriously wonderful.
Edee, thanks for always having the perfect motivational words to keep me going. You amaze me with each of our collaborations. I’m only the writer the world sees because of you.
To my Jessica's, Heather, Jules and a few others I’m going to forget to mention and kick myself later for. You ladies are too good to be true.
To the bloggers, THANK YOU!! I am so grateful to every one of you that took a chance and read and reviewed my series. I can’t thank you enough for bringing love and attention to the books.
And for my mother (who should NOT read these books but does it anyway to show her support), you are so amazing! I’m so happy to be your friend. I love you.
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