by Christa Wick
It didn't matter how many cocks had possessed her -- in this one aspect, she was a virgin, shaking in my arms, the dance of her hips stroking my cock, making me have to fight to breathe, let alone ask her the questions and process her responses.
"Please," she entreated. "I needed the job, need to keep it. I've done well, too--"
"No shit."
Damn it! The last thing I needed was to ease up on her. Still, I let her go and took a step back. I couldn't think while I held her, knowing another few inches down and my hand would be covering her pussy, that I could manipulate the flesh through the fabric of her skirt and give her the night's first orgasm.
"Maybe you are telling the truth, Mia."
She nodded "I am. Please let me explain it better."
I damn well would not let her explain it better. Her tone had changed, a little confidence coming back, just enough to wake her sharp mind from the haze I had put it in. If I retreated then, I might lose all ground.
"Drop your skirt." I watched as she drew her hands close to her chest in refusal. I smiled, felt a moment's guilt, but pushed it down. "You have a very short timeframe in which to save your job, Mia."
I brought her hands down to her sides. "I have to know I can trust you, have to bring you to a point where you're incapable of lying."
That point was a screaming orgasm or ten. That point was drenched in sweat and her own juices. That point was at the tip of my cock as I buried it all the way inside her dense, hot folds.
I released her hands. "Take off your skirt or leave."
I watched, relieved, as she started to comply.
Fuck. She had no idea how sexy she was at that moment, the tremble in her hands as she fought to unfasten the skirt, the slow, unintentional tease as she fumbled with the zipper or how she had to wiggle and dodge to get the close-fitting skirt down the full hips.
Blood rushed from my head to swell my cock as the skirt hit the floor. "Step out and spread your legs."
She obeyed, slow and weak-kneed. Reaching forward, I fingered the edge of her panties, slid under the band then across the front to run a soft line down the center of her mound. The sound coming from her throat was a moan, not a "no."
"You could be an exceedingly clever plant, Mia." A little more pressure with my finger and I was between the thick, wet folds of her pussy. The soft, inner petals of her labia were hot to the touch, the liquid coating my finger like magma. As long as I could keep the rational part of her brain shut off, there would be only moans and soft pleas for more. "Dark ash hair, those green eyes and a body lush with curves that make my mouth water. Your clothes have been getting more form fitting by the day, your neckline a little lower, your heels a little higher…"
She tensed at the accusation that she had been dressing up for me, but her pussy did a little dance, the inner labia pulling at my fingers as if they would draw me to her core.
My gaze focused on the subtle dance of her body, I pressed on. "The lie would be just enough to bring us to this point, to tempt me into testing you."
My fingers moved up, finding the swollen clit, a small spasm vibrating through her thighs at first touch. I slowly rubbed a line up and down its length, dipping once near the entrance to her cunt to find she had released a fresh, thick burst of cream.
I wanted to sink to my knees, lick her pussy, capitulating to her need. We could work out the omission after I had tasted her. But I hadn't shot from nothing to a billion dollar company under my control by giving in to my desires.
I swallowed my lust and continued. "Your body's response deepening my trust. Is that it, Mia? Did one of my enemies find a beautiful, desperate and naturally submissive female to betray me?"
The little trembles stopped and I cursed myself. One or more of my words had struck her as false. I didn't think she would deny "desperate." And she was a pretty little fool if she denied "beautiful" or "submissive." But it didn't matter, she was thinking again and I was about to lose her.
Abandoning her clit, I took her cunt three fingers deep. Tight, even though she was sopping. And hot, my fingers feeling like they would melt as I twisted and stroked and buried the entire length of my fingers inside her.
Somehow, I managed to squeeze out another question between barely controlled urges to fuck her there in the corner. "Is that it, Mia? Are you here to betray me?"
"Mr. Stark!"
Mr. Stark? Too cute. I pressed a little higher and harder, getting the base knuckle of my middle finger into her sweet cunt. "Collin when my fingers are in you."
She said something but the blood pounded and thrummed inside my head. I couldn't hear her, was losing patience for words altogether. I stepped all the way into her, my chest against her back, my hand lined up with my cock so that the roll and dip of my hips guided my fingers, added force to their thrusts until the moment I could have my cock in her or her body across my lap, that gorgeous ass up in the air.
"You know what, beautiful? Right now, I don't care. I'm going to punish you for the lie and then I'm going to fuck you."
She moaned, the sound so full of surrender it curled my toes. She didn't care about the job anymore. Her brain had shut down, her cunt in control. It made us even. I couldn't think, couldn't plan, couldn't process anything beyond her carnal reactions.
"You want this?" My free hand surfed across her hip and around the front of her body to find and cup her plump mound. I pressed my teeth to her neck, denting the flesh to hide my own deep want. She moaned something and I doubled my attack, rubbing at her clit as my fingers fucked in and out of her pussy. "Are you close?"
Could she hear the moan locked in my throat, tell how raspy my voice had become or smell buried in the fabric that covered me the steady drip of pre-cum that had started the moment my fingers penetrated her?
Mia replied with a groaning "yes" and grinding ass. The coiling tension inside her cunt told me she was right at the very edge. I pulled out, captured her wrists and held her hands above her head. I wouldn't force her to come in the corner, blindfolded. I wanted to see her face the first time.
"Please," she sobbed.
"Not yet, baby." When she finally stopped struggling to come, I threaded my fingers through her hair and led her to the couch. I turned a few more lights on to see her better then sat on the couch, dragging her with me and placing her across my lap.
The underwear were an unwanted impediment. They went with a shriek of fabric. I looked down the length of her plump but shapely legs -- her ass bare but thigh high stockings and high heels below. I definitely wanted to see her like this again -- and again.
But first I had to know she was mine, not a competitor's or enemy's. Quickly, I stripped the blouse and bra before removing the blindfold to bind her wrists together.
"Collin…"
Damn it. Her tone had changed again, but I would not undo her wrists. I glared at her, letting the message sink in without words. She was about to get that sweet ass spanked. Parts of the experience would be extremely pleasurable...
Fuck, given her submissive nature, it would all be pleasurable. She was wet, her juices penetrating my pants to warm my thighs. I looked at her bottom, saw the way it wiggled and rolled. That alert and apprehensive tone would change right back the second I put my hands on her.
I looked at her face to find her eyes closed and her tongue retreating inside her mouth. Her lips glistened as if she had just licked them. I shook my head. No way in hell would I allow her to hide from me, not after she had just licked her lips in anticipation, not when her pussy was wet and rolling like I knew it was.
"No, look at me. Don't close your eyes, don't look away or you'll make it worse."
She obeyed and the wet lips started quivering.
I rubbed my hands between her legs. "Your pussy is very wet, Mia. Hot to the touch and soaked."
I watched her blink and had to restrain a smile when I saw fresh worry flit across her expressive features. She wasn't sure whether she had just disobeyed me with that little reflexi
ve blink. I tried to think of the last lover this naturally submissive and couldn't recall one face, one name. There were those that liked it a little rough or commanding, but only to get the juices flowing, not throughout. And there were those false lovers who had guessed that a man dominant in business and in combat would carry that dominance over to bedroom, but their little charades were soon exposed.
"Have you ever had a lover spank you?" I asked as I continued to rub at her pussy.
"No," she whispered and rewarded me with a little twitch against my hand.
I couldn't keep one side of my mouth from lifting just a little at the response. It was cruel, really, making her wait when she needed it so badly, when we both did. I gave a little squeeze between ass and cunt as I asked her how many lovers she had fucked. When she answered "three," I almost lost my grip on her lush body and sent her tumbling to the floor.
Twenty-six years old, the last six of it away from family and she'd had no more than three lovers? From the video surveillance alone, I had spotted half a dozen men in my company who looked like they were itching to get inside her lacy panties. She was oblivious, fresh, and all mine.
"That's a rather small number for such a pretty girl." I ran little circles around the opening to her cunt, my senses savoring the way she pushed back and how fresh cream perfumed the air.
"Relationships or hook-ups?" I slid my thumb inside as I asked, my index finger on the outside against her clit so that I pinched the flesh between.
"Relationship."
The answer came out clipped, sparking a small flare of jealousy inside my chest as I wondered if she was holding back. If Trent had missed a current lover, I would take a pound of flesh from him for the lapse. I tightened my grip on her cunt and watched her expression closely. "Still in a relationship, still fucking someone with this tight little pussy?"
I accented the question with sharp, shallow tugs. I didn't mean to be so rough, but her hips jerked high and a keening moan struggled past her twisting lips.
She was going to come before she answered me. I jerked my hand back and brought it down hard on her rounded bottom. "Are you still in a relationship?"
"No."
The answer and the whimper that accompanied it eased the pain in my chest. "Why did it end?"
Showing a small flare of defiance, Mia shrugged. "Why does anything?"
A non-answer but she couldn't keep the truth from me. I studied her face as she remained silent, saw the last of the relationship haunt her eyes. I would get better answers later, but I knew all I needed at that moment.
"He hurt you."
She nodded, so solemn and beautiful that I felt like a bastard for having her across my knee. Still, I wasn't going to sit her up, help her back into her clothes and send her on her merry way with a raise and a promise to keep my hands off her lush body. The thoughts I had entertained for the last few months couldn't be put back in a bottle, not until I had fully sampled her.
Maybe never.
"I'm about to hurt you," I warned.
She shrugged again, as if I could deliver no more than a trifling pain.
"He hurt me where it counts."
I nodded. Not yet sensing my next move, I smeared a thin coating of her cream against her outer lips and thighs. Her brain and heart might think I was trifling, but her body felt differently. "You're still very wet, Mia."
She closed her eyes, trying to deny the truth with that simple gesture. I wouldn't let her. I plunged my fingers into her cunt and rubbed more juice along her flesh. "Keep your eyes open...I think you like this."
She opened her eyes as a pout pushed her mouth into a fuckable pucker. I bit down on a smile. Now wasn't the time to go all soft and let her off easy. I pressed my palm to her bottom, readying my next blow. "Failure to answer is the same as a lie. Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yes."
She didn't flinch at the answer, her gaze firmly hooking mine. I used it as a distraction, delivering a harder smack than the first. Mesmerized, I watched the impact ripple across her pale flesh. Two heartbeats later, the outline of my palm appeared. She would color easily, but fade almost as quickly. Already I could not see the placement of the first blow.
It was time to switch the focus of my questions. I still had a company and hundreds of lives to protect no matter how much I wanted to bury my cock inside her. I didn't think she was anything more than who she said she was, but due diligence was a must.
"Who told you to lie on your resume?"
She hesitated, the delay triggering a minor alarm inside my head. Hesitating after a switch in subjects didn't always mean a lie was coming, but it sometimes did. I smacked her bottom again before she could answer, hoping to shake any falsehoods from her before they had a chance to coalesce into sound.
"No one. Please believe me."
She tensed in anticipation of the next time my hand met her flesh, but I had a slightly gentler contact in mind. I rubbed my hand between her legs once more, kneading the swollen labia, stroking and pinching at her clit before I plunged a thick wedge of three fingers in and out of her pussy. "Do you want my cock in you, Mia, want me to fuck this tight, pretty little hole of yours?"
"Yes." More moan than word. Her ass lifted, moved against my fingers, following after them on the backstrokes.
"Wanting you isn't enough to make me stupid, Mia. You transferred schools from North Carolina. Who sent you here?" Abandoning her sweet cunt, I held my hand up, palm flat, fingers spread wide and ready. "Tell me who hired you and then I can fuck you."
The dark ash brow lifted and then she took a deep breath in. "I don't work for Blackwater."
Three more smacks, hard and fast and then my fingers were back in her, plunging and twisting. Her response tore at my chest and made my cock throb a hundred times harder. Her ass lifted, dipped, rolled. Her pussy sucked at my fingers, her arousal so thick the muscles and moisture squelched as I fucked my fingers in and out. Through it all, she never stopped staring into my eyes, never blinked.
Neither did I.
"Lie to me some more, Mia."
She repeated her denial, her whole body shaking with the truth. "I work for you, Collin. Only you."
Her climax began as the last word left her. Her hips jerked up, her ass leading the way, its muscles straining between the soft cushion of flesh that encased them. Her hips rolled in a tight circle, her cunt grinding and grinding at my fingers.
Then she truly exploded. Fluid squirted from her, the stream stopping and restarting with every hard squeeze of satisfaction that gripped my fingers. I kept fucking them in and out of her even after she collapsed against me, her pussy coiling and uncoiling in deep flutters.
She had me hypnotized and I didn't realize it until she opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Have you done that before?" I asked.
I knew from how quickly she closed her eyes and red blazed across her cheeks that she hadn't, but I wanted her to admit it. I growled her name, the last of my control popping like high tension wires strained to the point of breaking.
"No."
When she opened her eyes, she was crying.
Fuck. I shook my head. She was a lamb -- I was the lion. I wanted to eat her, and lie down with her, protect and ravage her, filling her cunt with my seed.
Untying her hands, I barked an order at her. "Stand in front of my desk."
I listened to each uncertain step she took away from me as I stared at my hands, counting the ridges in my nails to keep from following directly after her. When she stopped, I gave the next order. "Tits and stomach flat against the surface. Fingers around the opposite lip of the desk. Legs spread."
I wanted her contained when I fucked her, didn't want the verdant eyes searching me out, catching that moment of weakness when I released inside her.
When she didn't move after my second command, I gripped my knees and let my gaze slow crawl to where she stood frozen. I stood, a scowl twisting my words as I took the first step toward her.
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nbsp; "Tits down."
I didn't want her frozen, didn't want her afraid but my tight throat prevented me from softening my tone.
"Ass up." I took another step and her eyes went wide, but I didn't relent. "Arms across the desk."
Calm down...
The plea whispered in my head and I wasn't sure where it was directed, at the woman trembling in front of me or inward. Either direction, it didn't work. I barked the last command at her. "Legs spread!"
Reaching Mia's immobilized body, I spun her around, pushed her chest down and jerked her arms across the desk to press her fingers around the opposite lip of the top. I swept a foot right, then left, making sure her thighs were spread to capacity before my hips jammed her mound against the desk's edge and I barked at her again. "What didn't you understand?"
No answer beyond the hard quake of her body beneath me.
I folded my body over hers and allowed my weight to settle onto her, to possess and calm her. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
She tried to hide her face but I forced her head up. "Do you want my cock in you?"
The pert, slick tongue slowly slid out to navigate each lip before disappearing. I knew she wasn't trying to be coy, not with the way her lips quivered. She was fighting against the answer, against the realization that she was still wet and hot for me, that the connection between us had been forged and she couldn't break it even if she wanted to.
"Yes or no, Mia?" My grip on her chin tightened, my brain warring with my hand to lessen the pressure before I bruised her fair skin. "Say it."
"Yes."
Not good enough. I gave her chin a little shake. "Say all of it."
"I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me." She blinked and the tears she had been holding back trickled down her face in slow motion. "Please, Collin."
Keeping one hand on her back so she couldn't change her mind, I snatched a condom from the small pewter box I'd placed on my desk before buzzing her into the office. Untold minutes, even hours, of containing my desire to be inside her made my hand quick in sheathing my erection.
Finished, I caught her trying to see what I would soon be filling her with. Suppressing a smile, I ordered her head down.
