by Jorja Tabu
“Sir,” she began, not sure if she could take any more, “I can’t...”
Yamamoto ignored her protests, his hot fingertip gently pressing down on the button of flesh. In another second, her knees began to shake. “Twenty,” he whispered, and sucked her earlobe. “Twenty one.”
“Sir,” she moaned, feeling her nipples growing hard, prickling with pain. While his other finger strummed her clit, Yamamoto began to lightly trace them to a solid point, erect against their earlier bruising. His cock slipped deeper inside. “I’ll fall, sir--” Lisa cried out as he stroked further in, her clit swelling. She knew her knees were about to buckle.
Her nipples were hard as pebbles again. “Twenty five,” he said, and she recognized an edge in his smooth voice. “Twenty six.” Just the sound made her clit begin to throb, and the orgasm crept slowly along her inner lips like a lit fuse. “Twenty seven,” he said, and then she was coming again, her pussy clenching his hard cock as he pushed mercilessly in and out of her.
Her knees gave out.
Lightening quick, Yamamoto caught her around the waist and bent Lisa ruthlessly over the desk, the hand that had eased her clit into her latest slamming orgasm now pushing her leg on top of its surface. His cock didn’t miss a beat--”twenty eight, twenty nine”--picking up speed as he fucked her flat onto her belly, her knees now splayed on the far corners of her desk, her ass high in the air. He plunged further into her, but the monologue changed. “I think you’ve been very difficult today, Ms. Tyrell,” he told her through gritted teeth. “I think you know what you’ve earned.”
“Yes--yes sir,” she said, her raw nipples shoved into her paperwork, his hands firm on her waist as he began to pull her body towards him as he thrust slowly inside.
“Well?” He stopped, mid-stroke, and the denial made her cry out.
“Please sir,” Lisa said, twisting to beg him with her eyes. “Please, I need it harder, sir--please!”
“How hard?” Yamamoto’s eyes were the color of autumn bonfires, his nostrils flared in spite of his cool tone. He hissed as he sank deep inside of her, forcing her body back to meet him, and raised a questioning eyebrow.
Oh, how Lisa loved this game. “Harder, sir,” she begged, and got her answer in a thrust so forceful it rocked her head on the stalk of her neck.
“Thirty,” he rasped, and waited.
“Harder sir,” she whimpered, and he fucked her so hard she lost her breath.
“Thirty five,” he panted. A thin veneer of sweat tinged his flawless face, and the sight of it made Lisa’s pussy clench so violently she began to come again, even as he waited inside of her.
“Please sir,” Lisa cried, “please fuck me harder, please fuck me harder, oh my god, Yamamoto sir, please fuck me harder--”
He did. He fucked her so hard her teeth clacked together, so hard they knocked all her pretty knick-knacks to the floor, so hard her thighs were angled in an almost perfect split where he entered her. He was ruthless, his fingers digging in to hold her, the count-down continuing until finally, her body spent and shining with sweat, she felt his tongue on the nape of her neck.
“My love,” Yamamoto murmured softly, his hands letting go of the bruised flesh he’d used as handles to fuck her senseless. “My heart.” He whispered these things to her all the time now; she would never grow used to such sweetness, and it always made her tremble. “I love you, Lisa,” he said, tenderly peeling her off of her desk and letting her spread legs close, sticky and sore. “I love you more than anything.” Very gently, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the white loveseat they’d brought from the old office. She curled up in his lap, bliss pouring out of her. They sat that way, her naked, spent, their juices mingling deep inside of her body, for a long while. Finally, he pushed the hair back from her brow and bent to kiss her again. When he opened his eyes again, the fire was back. “I love you, Lisa Tyrell,” he said, and by God, the man was smirking again. “But you still have three more problems to finish.”
“Just another day in the office.” Lisa grinned, sighing and stretching her legs. He watched her body unfolding in front of him with a familiar hunger.
“Indeed,” he said, and kissed her again.
