A bark of harsh laughter leaves me as a slim digit circles the wrinkled flesh, spreading her saliva around the opening. “Well, Tony? Do you want to feel my finger in your ass?”
“Yes.” The rush of pleasure from my strokes increases, and I slow my pumping, eager to follow her order to not come until she tells me.
“Fifty million.” She pokes in one finger, easing past the tight ring of muscle. Sensation explodes, rocketing to the base of my cock and up my shaft. The invasion feels intense, but not painful. I like it.
“I…uhhh…”
She withdraws her finger and the paddle slams down on my right cheek. My hips jerk forward, forcing my cock through my tight fist. “Damn…”
She leans over me, kisses near my ear, runs one hand in a circle over where she smacked and the other down my chest to my flat stomach. “You like it, Tony. I know you do.” Her hot little hand wraps around the head of my engorged flesh and circles it slowly. “I’m only looking out for the people I work with. I know you’re going to drive a hard bargain.”
She pumps the sensitive skin at the top, ignoring my whispered pleas to stop. “Fifty-one million.”
My eyes fly open and I stare down at the wood. My arms shake with the urge to come. I can’t hold on much longer.
“I…”
“Fifty-two million.”
“Jesus, you’re just going to keep going higher ‘til I agree, aren’t you?”
“Yup. That’s the way it works.” She removes her hands and smacks my ass again. “Let go of your cock.” The fire of sensation burning across my ass screams with intensity. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I do as she says.
With a calm clarity through the pain and pleasure, a realization comes to me. I can say no and she’d stop anytime I asked her to, that she’d never actually hurt me. The sudden epiphany reveals I’m the one truly in control, not her, which is not what I thought initially. The person who says no is in charge. The other person is trying to please them. When I agree, I give her temporary power over the moment.
“Okay.” I say before she can go higher. “Fifty-two million, it is.”
She places the ping-pong paddle on the table next to my hand and steps behind me. Cool lips kiss the enflamed flesh of my ass, sparking electric jolts through my privates.
The urge to wrap my fist around my shaft and pump is overwhelming. I want nothing more than to shoot long streams of come across the pristine wood surface of my desk, to hell with the consequences.
“You did very well, Tony.” Heather’s voice whispers across my sensitive skin. “Did you like it?”
A croak of laughter leaves me, my throat raw and rough. “I just cost the company seven million dollars, and I don’t really care. So, yeah, I’d say I liked it just fine.”
Gentle hands pull up my underwear carefully over my hips to cover my ass. The soft material feels rough against my burning skin. I’m not so sure I will be able to sit anytime soon. Heather’s cool hand cups my cock and a groan escapes me. Please, let her jerk me off.
She tucks my raging erection back inside my underwear. My breathing pants out in harsh gasps. I feel like I’ve run on the treadmill, my heart races so fast. She bends for my pants and I grab her hands. “Wait. You won’t let me finish?”
I turn to face her, surprised at the undeniable heat and arousal I see on her face as well. “No, Tony.” She shakes off my hands and retrieves my slacks. “That’s part of your punishment.” She smiles. “You have to wait to come.” She raises the material and cups my length through my open trousers. “Right after I’m done being mad should do it.”
My breath huffs out in a rush. I could easily give myself a release later if I need to, but I don’t mind waiting to see what she has in store either. I can do this. I can wait a few hours. “Are we still on for dinner?”
Her dark eyes flash with annoyance. “I need some time, Tony.”
“You promised me dinner.”
“That was before. You really put me on the spot and you weren’t truthful about who you are.”
My mouth hardens into a straight line. She’s running again. “Would it have mattered?”
“Which one, that you’re a rich playboy and I’m just another fuck, or that you’re basically ruining all the hard work I’ve put in since joining Parkerson?” Sadness draws her lush mouth into a frown. “Either way, my life won’t be the same after today.”
I gesture to my appearance, drawing her eye to my bare chest and tented pants. “And I’m any different?” I stalk toward her, backing her against the wall near the door. “My life hasn’t been the same since you walked into it last week.” I cup her breast and lean near her ear. “You’re all I want.” I place a soft kiss on her cheek. “All I think about. Every woman with long, dark hair is you. Every pair of sexy heels I see makes me think of you.” I thumb her aroused nipple, and my other hand reaches around to cup her hip and draw her pelvis against my hardness. “There are no other women…just you.”
Heather’s breath whooshes out as a half moan, half sob sound. Her tangled emotions finally come to the surface for me to see. “I…I need to think.”
“Don’t run from me.” She jerks in my arms. Perhaps I hit closer to home with my earlier observation than she’s willing to admit. “Do you want me, Heather?” I nudge my hips forward and backward, a slight teasing motion designed to enflame her higher.
“I do.”
I release her nipple and trail my hand down her waist. “You made my ass burn.”
She smiles against my lips, then kisses me. Tender and soft, deepening into something stronger, full of pent up desire. “You deserved it.”
I shrug. “Maybe.” My hand delves into the vee between her legs, seeking the heat I know lies beneath the fabric of her skirt. “But you enjoyed it, too, didn’t you?”
I rub my palm onto her mound, pressing up my fingers, forcing the material to mold against her heated core.
She gasps and her hips move forward, massaging her sensitive flesh more firmly onto my hand.
“You feel hot down here, Heather. I think you want me. I think you want me as much as I want you.”
“Damn you. Of course, I do.”
“Let me please you,” I whisper into her ear then I nibble an earlobe. “Let me ease your body from the stress you’re feeling.”
A low, choked sound of amusement spills from her. “Sure, and it’s not like you won’t enjoy it, too.”
“You can tell me no anytime you like.”
I leave her earlobe and skim down to her throat, planting kisses and nipping every inch. She gulps and I feel the movement of her swallowing against my lips. “You mean if I said no, you’d stop whatever you were doing?”
There is such hope and wistfulness in her tone that I wonder what she’s been through before me. Who has treated this incredible woman poorly? Who made her doubt herself and her sexuality? I squelch the burgeoning anger urging me to hunt him down and beat him to a pulp.
I take my hand from her mound and reach behind her back, searching for a zipper on her skirt. “Yes. I’d stop, whatever it was. I don’t want to hurt you.” My hands fumble, unable to find a zipper to take her skirt down. Two small hands rest on my chest and push me a step away. Passion burns bright in Heather’s eyes. She walks forward, grabs a chair and shoves it to the side, freeing a large space near the front corner of my desk.
She gathers the skirt in the back and lifts it to her waist, exposing her creamy thighs and turquoise thong panties. My eyes dart immediately to the black leather boots, with the shiny metal strip running all the way down the back, meeting the silver spiked heel resting on the rug. I trail my eyes slowly back up—the leather hugs the bottom of her spread thighs, and the strip of blue divides the creamy halves of her ass.
“You may not know me very well, Tony.” She peels aside her thong, revealing the wet slit of her plump sex. “But you do know what I need.” She bends over the desk and looks over her shoulder, meeting my hungry gaze, fir
e burning in her own dark depths. “I’m not running now, am I?”
I step between her thighs and run a hand lovingly over her right butt cheek. “Nice to see spanking me turned you on.”
Her eyes drop to the desk, but not before I catch the expression of longing on her face. “Everything about you turns me on.”
My rubbing hand moves closer to her wet core and she bucks, trying to angle her center onto my hand. “Even when I piss you off?”
“Don’t push your luck.” She smiles my way, a saucy look on her face. “Undo your pants.”
I dip my forefinger into her channel. A gush of liquid spills out, coating my hand. “Yes, ma’am.” I give her bottom a light smack. “But only because that’s what I want, too.” With my left hand, I work my pants over my thighs. The head of my erection glistens with pre-come and I draw my hips back, taking a deep breath, barely resisting the urge to drive deep inside. I remember protection and feel a stab of disappoint. “Damn.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a condom.” How could I be so stupid? Dare I hope she has one in her purse?
“It’s okay.” She hesitates, but the heat in her voice overrides any doubts she has. “I’m on the pill.”
A rush of animal joy zips through me at the thought of coming inside her. I haven’t gone without protection in a decade or more, unwilling to take the risk, not just of pregnancy but of disease, too. I take a deep breath and position my swollen flesh at her entrance. “Are you sure?” My heart hangs on a thread, hoping she won’t rip away what I hadn’t known I desired so badly.
She nods and presses her hips toward mine, forcing my thickness half an inch inside. “Yes. I want to feel you. Just you, nothing between us.”
I lean over her spine, hugging her torso close while I ease my length in slowly. Heather wiggles to force my entrance faster, but I hold still, determined to slick myself with her excitement before I plunge with any strength. And besides, I’m still so worked up from her earlier attention, I want to make sure I last until she comes.
I slip my hand across her stomach, skimming under the waistband of her skirt, to find her slick clit. Working the hood, I tease her erect bud, easing my length into her deeper with each pass. “Your skin…,” I mumble as I nip her shoulder through her shirt. “I want to be next to your skin…”
She lifts off the table and pulls her blouse over her head. Before settling she unhooks her bra and tosses it across my desk. Heather places both hands on the smooth surface, and then shoves herself the last inch onto my cock. “Oh God, you feel so good inside me.”
I lean forward, covering her, laying my chest against her smooth skin. “That’s the understatement of the year.” I work her hard button in slow circles and use my other hand to knead and fondle her breast. Slowly I thrust my hips. The sucking clasp of her sex feels like a warm glove I don’t ever want to leave.
She groans low and I hesitate, realizing I’m putting a lot of my weight on her. “Am I too heavy for you?”
“What?” Her hips circle, working herself on my hand and her wetness on my shaft.
I pinch her nipple, tugging it from her body while smothering a smile on her shoulder. “Never mind.”
Soft, little keening sounds begin deep in her chest, working their way out with each exhalation. I lighten the pressure on her mound and use two fingers to slick above her engorged nub, not touching it directly. I splay my palm on her low abdomen and hold her while I thrust.
A low guttural plea rips from her lips, “More. Please, Tony. Grab my hips and do me harder.”
I tweak her nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger. “No,” I whisper, and then gently bite her shoulder. “It’s my turn to tell you what to do.”
She pauses for a moment, perhaps shocked I told her no, I’m not sure. She grunts and tightens her walls around my shaft. “Oh, is that what we’re doing?” I bite harder ‘til she squeals. “Hey!”
“Hold still. Let me do this.”
I give her no time to think or protest as I drive into her, over and over again, pushing her and myself toward our peaks.
Her hands fist on the desk. She lets out a frustrated moan as I tease her sensitive flesh, not giving it the pressure she wants. “You’re driving me mad, Tony.”
I lower my fingers to where our bodies are joined, bracketing my shaft as it glides in and out of her wetness. The plump folds of her slippery flesh grip my length and my probing brings increased wiggles from my lover’s hips. Soon my fingers are coated in her moisture and I move the slick digits back up to smooth over her clit.
“Let go, Heather,” I coax in between kissing and biting the thick muscles along her neck and shoulder. “Lose yourself in the moment.”
I slow my hips, drawing out each stoke from the head of my cock to when the base near my balls is snug up against her thighs. I suck the skin on her shoulder into my mouth, squeeze her left breast in one hand, and rub her clit with the lightest of touches with my right. In less than a minute, she’s panting and writhing on me, eager for me to drive her over that glorious edge.
“Come for me, Heather.” I increase the pressure of my fingers on the lower part of her mound, rubbing right and left, edging over her most sensitive place at the top where her outer folds meet. “I want you to come with me.”
Moisture floods around my cock as I plunge into her depths. Ripples wrap around my shaft as she throws her head back and moans her release to the room. My name spills from her lips in a series of pants and I succumb, letting my own orgasm overtake me.
Shudders and small muscle convulsions spasm through my taut frame as I hold myself deep inside Heather’s hot passage. Each pulse of release sends me higher than before, like a rocket going into orbit. Little by little, I come back to myself and feel the sweat cooling on my exposed skin.
Heather rests on her elbows, head hanging down in exhaustion. I brace an arm on the desk and plant soft kisses on the bright red suction marks I left on her shoulder. I hadn’t meant to mark her but got carried away in the heat of the moment. A small smile forms on my lips. At least it’s not immediately visible, like on her throat.
A knock sounds on my office door, too perfectly timed to be a coincidence.
“Tony?” Marcus calls out. “We need to talk.”
Chapter Eleven
Heather
Tony’s hand freezes mid-caress, his muscular thighs tense behind mine. “I’m busy right now, Marcus.” I stifle an urge to giggle at his gross understatement. “Whatever it is will have to wait ‘til tomorrow.”
A few tense seconds pass and the man on the other side of the door bites out a terse, “Fine,” and we hear his footsteps retreat down the corridor.
Embarrassment and fear war inside me. “Do you think he heard us?”
A gentle kiss lands on my shoulder. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”
I push away from the hard wood, and Tony quickly grabs a fistful of tissues from his desk. My lover withdraws from my body, leaving me with a physical ache from the loss.
Uh-oh. An ache in my heart when he’s not inside me? That can’t be good. Well, I guess that depends on how you look at it. I no longer think I’m falling for him hard, I know it. Crap.
“Aren’t you worried about your job?” I ask, eager to deflect my mind from my own musings. “Couldn’t Marcus get you in trouble for…,” I hesitate, unsure how to phrase what just happened between us, “…our little adventure?”
Tony turns me to face him and gathers me in his arms. His breath fans my ear and his voice sounds reluctant. “I’ve never had an encounter like what we just shared.” He squeezes me and kisses my neck. “But I can’t deny to having been with a woman in my office before.”
Flashes race through my mind of all the tabloid covers and trashy articles I’ve seen over the years about the corporate playboy. I stiffen and he steps back to look me in the eyes. “Don’t shut me out, please.” He grins, the wicked look transforming his sex-softened features. “I swear I�
��ve never done anything even close to what we did with anyone—ever.”
Hope springs to life inside me. Is he telling me the truth? I started out angry and ready to tan his hide, literally, but things progressed beyond what I had planned, very quickly.
A shyness I’d like to ignore creeps over me and I look away. “Me neither.”
He grabs my chin and turns me back to stare. “No hiding from me.”
I nod, unsure of an appropriate response. When I stood, my skirt fluttered down to cover my naked backside. Now I’m acutely aware of standing topless in a man’s office.
The resulting acceptance and freedom I feel at my nudity takes me by surprise. Am I becoming the wanton creature I’ve pretended to be? Who was that wild woman wielding the paddle and smacking a man’s bare ass?
God, it felt so exhilarating and empowering. I never would have thought spanking someone as hard as I did wouldn’t hurt. Tony steps away and dresses. I follow his example, aware of a growing hunger in my stomach. All that exercise and excitement works up an appetite.
As I fasten my bra, my stomach rumbles, sounding like a mewling animal. Tony laughs, and grabs me around the waist, pulling me into his arms for a deep kiss.
When we come up for air he says, “Sounds like your body is saying you need to go to dinner with me still.”
He looks hopeful, apparently even now a little worried I might refuse and run. Did I really run away? Have I done that before in relationships and not been aware of it?
Unwilling to examine my personal failings after such an intimate moment, I push the ideas to the back of my mind, promising I’ll do a thorough self-analysis when I’m alone and thinking clearly. Like maybe next year. Standing near this gorgeous hunk of man empties my head of rational thought.
“You’re not going to come up with some lame excuse are you?” Tony asks. “You did promise me.”
His concerned tone jars me into realizing I didn’t answer his first question. “I’m up for dinner.” I smile, forcing a lightness into my expression. I don’t want him to suspect my inner fears and self-doubts. A woman brazen enough to use a paddle on a man in his office and get excited doing it would never balk at a shared meal, right?
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