He only chuckled against her fevered skin as he leisurely kissed his way back up her body to look into her flushed face. “Patience, Miss Trent, patience.”
She could feel him against her, big and hard.
“Tell me what you want.” His mouth closed over hers before she could respond, his tongue delving deeply to tangle with hers, giving her a taste of her own passion. Just as she found the rhythm of the kiss and kissed him back, he withdrew.
Macy moaned again. She was hungry for him and he was teasing her with little morsels.
“Do you want me to kiss you some more?”
He teased her pussy with his finger. “Or do you want me to lick you until you come?”
Macy wanted it all. But she knew he wouldn’t satisfy either of them until she said the words out loud. For a moment she thought about denying him just to see what he would do. Spank her? Finger her until she begged for mercy? All were titillating possibilities.
She’d stepped into this apartment a meek fat girl. But in the last few hours, she’d discovered exactly what she wanted.
She wanted to taste passion just once in her life.
“I want you to fuck me, please.”
Logan struggled to conceal the surprise and flash of pride he felt at her words. She was learning fast. He reached for a condom on the night stand and Macy licked his nipple as he stretched across her. He didn’t have the wits about him to scold her for her impertinence. Actually he wanted to order her to do it again and again. Instead he rolled on the protection and grabbed her knee. He bent her leg up and out, opening her to him. Positioning the head of his dick against her slick opening, he pushed inside, groaning as the heat surrounded him. He’d wanted to do this slowly, but she’d blindsided him. He’d have to take her in hand. He was the one in control.
She tried to move her legs to wrap them around his waist.
“Stop.” He stilled until she complied. “I want you open.”
To emphasize his point he pushed her other leg up. She lay splayed out before him, held in place by just the command in his words and a touch of his hand. Nothing had ever felt so good. He thrust forward then stopped as the head of his cock encountered an unexpected barrier.
“Please don’t stop.” Macy’s voice held a touch of desperation. He knew she was on the very edge, but her ardor was about to fade very quickly. He withdrew and knelt between her legs.
“It seems your high school boyfriend didn’t do a very thorough job.”
“What?”
“You’re still partially intact, Macy. There may even be some scar tissue.”
“Are we going to stop?”
“No.” There was no way in hell he was stopping. To know he would be the first man to thrust completely inside of her almost demolished his limited control.
“Will it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“But not in a good way?”
“No.” He slid back down, covering her body with his. He gave up trying to think. Why should he when he could feel. Supporting his weight on one arm, he pushed back inside her warmth. He’d planned to satisfy his hunger for her plump little body and move on. This unexpected situation had him feeling things he’d never felt. A swell of lust had engulfed him when she’d admitted to having only one lover, but to know no other cock had breached her completely sent a new fire through his veins.
“Logan?”
His name changed to a scream as he surged forward, breaking through the barrier. She tried to move away but he held her leg in place. “Don’t. Move.”
Holding his big body immobile, he held her still until the look of pain eased from her expression. Her big eyes looked trustingly up at him. He moved slowly, filling her with his hard length. Her expression changed to one of desire as he rocked against her. When she lifted her hips into his slow thrusts, his thin control snapped. Lowering his head, he took one hard nipple into mouth, sucking with ferocious intensity as his hips pistoned against her. Her voracious pussy sucked at him, clenching around his aching dick. Lifting his head, he sucked in air as his seed exploded from the tip of his cock. He ground his hips to hers holding her still as he ejaculated inside the condom.
As soon as he stopped he pulled out of her.
“Oh.” Her soft whisper of pain as his body left hers only added fuel to his anger. Self-anger.
He rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up.
“Can I put my arms down now?”
“Of course you can put your arms down, Miss Trent. We’re through here.” He strode to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He wanted to slam it. He wanted to rage. What the hell had just happened? You just fucked your almost virgin secretary, asshole. And loved every second of it. Remembering the tightness of Macy’s pussy made his dick harden yet again. Was he cursed to have a perpetual hard-on around the woman?
Turning on the faucet he splashed cold water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered when he’d turned into such a bastard. The women he took to his bed were sophisticated and jaded, wise to the ways of men and the pleasure he sought. Macy, well, Macy was an innocent. Or had been until he’d taken hers with little regard to her pleasure or comfort. He should have stopped when he’d felt the almost intact barrier, but the rush of that discovery was one he’d never forget.
He’d started this game of blackmail simply wanting to get in Macy’s pants. And he’d accomplished that. His conscience told him he needed to let her go. The cynical side of his soul told him the damage was already done.
He disposed of the condom and turned on the water in the garden tub. It could hold four or five people, the same as his shower. He knew because he’d had that many people in his bedroom before. He’d lived a decadent and lavish life. Opening the cabinet door, he found some bath salts and added them to the hot water. Leaving the tub to fill, he returned to the bedroom. Retrieving the pins she’d taken from her hair, he quietly approached the bed.
Macy lay on her side, her eyes closed. She’d curled her legs to her chest and pulled up the silken sheet to cover her body. Her beautiful body. He didn’t know how she could doubt his desire. If only she knew.
He knew she wasn’t sleeping, just trying to hide from him yet again. He scooped her up and carried her to bathroom.
“What are you doing? You can’t carry me, I’m too heavy.” She didn’t struggle but neither did she lean into his embrace. He hated that.
“Are you calling me a weak man?”
She snorted.
“Then shut the fuck up.”
Placing her on the edge of the tub he dipped a finger into the water, checking the temperature. When he was satisfied, he ordered her to get in. “You need to soak.”
“Gladly.” She swung her legs around and started to slip into the hot water.
“Wait.” Logan placed his hand on her shoulder to stop her downward movement. He gathered up her hair and fashioned a loose bun. She felt the scrape of the pins against her scalp. “I have some phone calls to make. I’ll be back in twenty minutes. Don’t go to sleep while I’m gone.”
“As if,” Macy mumbled. She slipped into the tub, wincing as the hot water touched her sore pussy. Once she’d adjusted to the heat, she sighed and sank deeper. The water was cloudy and smelled of lavender and jasmine. Whatever he’d put in the water soothed her raw flesh. She spread her legs wider.
Laying her head back, she stared at the ceiling. What had she done?
Lost the almost virginity you didn’t know you had to your demanding, controlling, emotionless boss, her conscience nagged.
So? Sex was a natural human function. And women had been selling themselves to men for one reason or the other since the beginning of time.
Was this really any different?
Yes, the persistent voice continued. It was the twentieth century and women had choices. Well, the choice she’d made was to be with Logan Quinn. Not because of her job, or the money he’d promised, but because, well, he was Logan Quinn. A woman would have to be out of h
er freaking mind not to take him up on his offer. Even if said offer was a little outside the norm.
Glancing down she studied her body in all its naked glory. Normally she never really took the time to look at herself when she showered or bathed. Tonight she’d seen more of herself than she’d really wanted. What he said was true. She didn’t want him seeing all her imperfections. But was what he said true as well? Did men ignore those things? He’d certainly proven that he wanted her. He had felt wonderful inside her. Not at the beginning, but at the last she’d started to feel those same faint stirrings she experienced when she masturbated.
Even though this experience had ended almost like her first – the boy got off and she got nothing – she was willing to take another chance on Logan. What would it feel like to come with a man inside her? With Logan inside her? Would he want her again tonight or had the experience dampened his ardor? He’d been semi-aroused as he’d carried her to the master bath.
The water was growing cold and he’d told her he’d be back in twenty minutes. She gave herself a quick wash, grateful he’d put her hair up. It took forever for it to dry even with a hairdryer. That had been a thoughtful gesture, just like running the bath.
Rising from the water, she took a clean towel from shelf by the tub. No doubt someone replaced his linens daily. She cringed. A stranger was going to see the sheets. Shaking off the thought, she wrapped the towel around her and took down her hair. No doubt whoever cleaned for him had seen it all before.
The bathroom was so big the mirror hadn’t even fogged up from her bath. Several brushes and combs lay on top of the vanity. She used one to brush her hair, enjoying the sensation of the bristles against her scalp. There was something calming about brushing one’s hair. She remembered her mother doing it for her as a child every night. They would talk about the day and she’d go to sleep wrapped up in her mother’s love.
Looking in the mirror she wondered what her mother would say to her if she knew she’d sold herself to a billionaire for a weekend of sex. She knew her tiny gray haired grandmother would approve. She was always telling Macy and her sister to live life to the fullest.
She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. There would be no loving arms to sleep in tonight.
The first thing she noticed when she stepped back into the room was the bed. Fresh, pressed sheets had replaced the old ones and the comforter was turned down. It reminded her of a five-star hotel. She wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if a chocolate had rested on her pillow. Surely he hadn’t called someone in to change the sheets?
“Do you want that drink now, Miss Trent.”
Macy jumped as Logan’s voice sounded behind her. He lounged against the door frame, another glass of whisky in his hand.
“You usually don’t drink.”
“How the hell would you know what I do in my own damn home?” He downed the drink and slammed the crystal glass on a chest of drawers as elegant in design as the rest of the room. “Did you know I was a dominant? That I like pain with my pleasure?”
“No.” She refused to let him cower her.
“Did you think I brought women up to my apartment to deflower them?”
“No.”
“That’s because I don’t.” He stalked across the room and took her by the shoulders. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t know.”
“How the hell could you not know?”
“Because I haven’t had sex except that one time. It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters.” He searched her eyes as if looking for an answer to some unknown dilemma.
She wasn’t sorry about what happened. She was very glad it had happened with Logan Quinn.
He stepped back, his hands falling to his sides. “Drop the towel.”
Macy licked her lips. When she’d stood before him earlier, she’d been caught up in the excitement of the moment.
“Are you disobeying an order?”
“Could we just get into the bed? Under the covers maybe?”
He started at her for several seconds before realization dawned. “I told you I’d go easy on you tonight Miss Trent, but if you say one more word about your size or make one more insinuation that I might not find you desirable, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank your ass until you can’t sit for a week. And believe me, there will be no pleasure in it for you. Now drop the damn towel.”
Macy loosened her hold and the towel fell to the carpet leaving her vulnerable and at his mercy once again.
“Put your hands over your head.”
“You really like that, don’t you?” she said, raising her arms.
He stepped closer. “Are you bleeding?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
His palm burned a path up her inner thigh. Thick fingers spread her swollen pussy lips. “Sore?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me, Macy.” He pushed a finger inside her. She couldn’t stop her small gasp of pain.
“Maybe a little.”
His touch turned gentle, caressing her throbbing flesh.
“Did you enjoy having my cock inside you?” He added another finger and slowly stretched her. The sensation was painful, but pleasurable as well. She was quickly learning the fine line between the two. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, all the while pumping his fingers in and out. “Your body is telling me you did, Miss Trent. You’re getting wet just thinking about how it felt, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did the bath help?”
“Yes,” she whispered again. “Thank you.”
Even though the bedroom was bathed in light, it felt shadowed and intimate as they stood close to each other. As if they were the only ones in the world. His next words destroyed her illusion.
“Don’t thank me, Macy. I just want you to be able to fulfill the rest of your obligations this weekend.”
He pulled his fingers from her body. “Go kneel on the bed. On all fours.”
She wanted to tell him no. She wanted to lower her arms and pull away. Walk away. She was just a body to him. Probably one he didn’t even like, but that was readily available.
Before she could convince herself to leave, he scooped her up in his arms for the second time that night and carried her to the bed. She studied him. His jaw was taut. “Logan. Please look at me.”
“Quiet.”
He put her on bed then expertly flipped her on her stomach. He thrust a pillow under her, raising her hips. She heard the rip of the foil packet seconds before she felt the blunt head of his cock against her entrance. She flinched as he pushed inside.
“Relax,” he ordered. There was no tenderness in his touch now. When he felt no change in her pussy, he snapped. “I’m going to take you whether you want me to or not Miss Trent.”
“I know. It’s my duty.”
He collapsed against her back, his warm body covering her. The movement forced him deeper but she knew he wasn’t completely inside. “I told you to be quiet.”
He turned her face until their mouths met. He concentrated on taking her mouth. Licking and sucking. The feel of his tongue mastering her own fueled the simmering fire low in her belly and the thickness of his cock inside her pussy finished the job. She moaned in his mouth and submitted to his domination.
“That’s it,” he praised as she relaxed. She felt herself stretch, allowing him in. “I’m going to go so deep inside you, baby.”
He was all business now, stroking her clit to make her wetter. She felt herself stretch even more. “Take it, Macy, take all of me.”
He thrust hard, groaning when he bottomed out inside her. He rose to his knees pulling her up with him. She supported her weight on her forearms, thrusting back into each stroke of his dick. Dear lord what was happening to her? She’d suddenly become shameless, wanting, no craving, the feel of him bumping against her womb.
His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded inside her. When she thoug
ht she could stand no more his hand splayed across her lower back and pushed her down. The position changed the angle of his thrust and she screamed her release. She’d never felt anything like it. He continued to take her, her pussy stretched helplessly around his swollen cock. Another orgasm built inside her.
“You will obey me, Miss Trent,” he grunted as he continued to grind against her seeking his own release. The sting of his hand against her buttocks sent her spiraling over the edge again.
“Yes, Mr. Quinn,” she whispered, collapsing against the clean sheets in a quivering mass as he came. “Anything you say.”
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