by Coco Cadence
“Hey! Give that back,” I say.
“No.” He tucks it into his pocket. “You have plenty of time to look at that when you’re home. I want as much personal time as I can get with you.”
“Tsk, you had your chance, Leo.”
“Not a good one, though, considering all the shit I put you through.”
“True. You did make me do a lot of stuff.”
He cocks his head. “Tell me the truth. Wasn’t it even just a little bit fun? Some parts?”
I roll my eyes then press my thumb and index finger together. “A tiny, tiny bit.”
“Well, at least it’s a start.” He laughs. “I should really make up for that.”
“You can start by giving me the money you promised,” I say, eyeing him from the side.
“Are you afraid that I won’t give it to you?”
“Maybe.”
“Christ, I’m not that kind of an ass,” he says, shaking his head. “Of course, I’ll pay you for all the trouble I put you through. As a matter of fact, I’ll double it.”
I laugh. “Now you’re shitting me. That’s the alcohol talking, right?”
“Nope,” he says with a huge grin on his face. “I just want to give back what I took from you, and since I can’t give you back time, I figured money might help.” He scoots closer and places a hand on my leg. “I want us to be on good terms again.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat. “As friends, you mean.”
He looks at me with those half-mast chocolatey eyes of his, mesmerizing me as he parts his lips. “Oh, no … definitely not as friends.”
There’s an unmistakable hint of naughtiness in his eyes that I simply can’t turn away from. He leans in closer and closer until his lips are so close to my skin that I can feel his hot breath tingling. Oh, dear Lord. I can’t keep my resolve intact.
“Leo …” I mumble when his fingers slide up my leg.
“I love it when you say my name like that …” he whispers in my ear. “I’ll hear you scream my name tonight.”
“We can’t …” I mutter as he starts nibbling my earlobe. My breath comes out in short gasps because I’m unable to think straight from his nibbles and kisses. That, or it’s because I’m totally smashed.
“Why not? You and I both know you want to,” he murmurs, kissing my neck gently. “I want you, Sam. Come home with me. Stay the night. Let me suck your nipples, lick your pussy, and fill you with my cock until you scream my name. Say you’ll let me, or by God, I will take you right here, right now.”
“Do I even have a choice?” I ask, whimpering as he gets closer with each second.
“Yes, but you won’t say no. I know you too well. So, one way or another, I’ll have you tonight. Whether it’s in this car, on my table, or in my bed. I will fuck you.”
Oh, I give up. My body is ready.
Chapter 11
His sultry voice is too much to take. Screw the promises to Mr. Awesome. To hell with getting my phone back. Fuck the time. Better yet, fuck Leo, literally. I’m going for it.
I turn around and smash my lips into his. His eager mouth returns my kisses with fervor, sucking on my lips like he’s never tasted them before. Our mouths are drunk on love … and liquor, and I don’t think I care even the slightest bit. Just as long as I can have him, just this night. As long as he loves me, just this night. God, I’ve needed this for ages.
His hand slips up my thigh, brushing along my pussy. My moan is silenced by his kiss, his tongue dipping into lick the roof of my mouth. Our tongues engage in a furious battle of lust, pure need emanating from our pores. All I can think of is his lips on my mouth, his hands on my body, and his cock deep inside me.
“Fuck, I want you so fucking much,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I hate you …” I murmur.
He chuckles against my mouth. “I know you do. You hate that you want me so much, even though I’m a fucking bastard.” His lips linger on mine. “Nothing’s going to stop me from loving you, though. I want you too much.”
“Me, too …” I can’t even pronounce words properly.
I’m consumed by his tantalizing mouth, wanting it all over my body. It’s never enough. His filthy mouth, dirty mind, and sexual appetite are just the kind I’m looking for. As rough, hotheaded, and dominating as Leo King is, he’s exactly what I need.
“God, you taste so good, Sam,” he murmurs. “I should’ve done this ages ago.”
His words are like chocolate to me—sweet, delicious, and addicting.
For a moment, he takes his lips off me, and then he presses the intercom button. “Take us to my place.”
I don’t even bat my eyes as he moves in for the kill again.
I can ignore my needs all I want, but that’s the truth. I want him so badly that he intoxicates me. Especially when he pushes me to the window with his body, cornering me. My breathing falters as his kisses grow deeper, leaving my lips to occasionally peck my chin and neck. One of his hands is on my waist, the other cups my face while he kisses me senseless. My fingers are entangled in his hair, pulling him closer with each kiss. It’s getting so hot in here that the windows are fogging up. I don’t even notice when the limo comes to a stop.
“We’re here,” he murmurs against my raw lips.
When he slides off me, I wish he didn’t. I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes off him as he opens the door and steps out flaunting a huge hard-on. It doesn’t take long before he opens my door and lifts me up in his arms. The car drives off to who knows where, but I’m stuck watching Leo’s mesmerizing eyes as he walks with me up to his door and into his home. Despite me working closely with him, I’ve never actually been inside, and oh boy, it does not disappoint.
“Oh my,” I say, staring at the high ceilings and luxurious-looking furniture, the big living room, dining room, and kitchen all connected in one. There’s a huge staircase in the middle of the hallway and a chandelier illuminates the entire thing.
“Like it?” Leo asks, draping off my coat and hanging it on the hanger.
“Yeah …” I mutter, walking into the living room. I spot a bag of Doritos lying on the table that I simply can’t ignore. Liquor always makes me hungry as shit, so I grab it and take a few out. The taste is delicious, Cool Ranch, one of my favorites.
“Help yourself.” Leo chuckles.
“Sorry, I just love these. It’s like you knew I was coming.” I laugh, eating a few more.
I sit down or rather sink into his couch. God, if I had a couch this comfy, I’d never get off my fat ass. Ever.
He walks into the room, too. “I had a bit earlier. I like the flavors.”
“It’s just too good,” I add.
“I feel the same about you.” The left side of his lip inches up into a cheeky grin, which is just too damn sexy. “Which is exactly my problem.”
“Oh, I’m your problem now?” I scoff.
“We’ve got a problem, Miss Webber.” He sits down beside me.
My jaw drops, but I have no clue what to say. “First you say you want me, now you’ve got a problem. I think you’re the one with problems here, not me.”
He cocks his head. “I didn’t mean this.” His finger goes from me to him and back to me. “I’m talking about the fact that you have been doing something very … bad.” The way he says it makes chills run all over my back.
“What do you mean?” I frown.
He scoots closer, folding his arm over the back of the couch so he can come near me. “You can pretend you’re innocent all you want.”
His free hand runs over my thigh, tickling my senses. I’m still hot and bothered from what happened in the car, and with him being this close, it’s hard not to throw myself into his arms. However, I want to know what he has to say.
“But you and I both know that’s not the truth,” he whispers into my ear. His tongue quickly darts out for a taste.
“Hmmm … go on,” I say, curious where this game is leading.
His hands are a
ll over the place, rubbing me in oh, such a good way, reaching and grabbing for my thighs, ass, and then up to squeeze my boob. He groans in my ear, which makes me moan as well, especially when he presses his lips to my skin again.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he says.
His hand slips into my pocket, and before I know it, he’s taken out my wallet.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He takes out a certain card. A credit card. The one that he sent me.
I gulp when he holds it up. “The online statements I saw this afternoon from the credit card company don’t lie. You’ve been using this without my permission. Multiple times.”
“Sorry,” I blurt out. “I shouldn’t have done it.”
“You shouldn’t have. Was it to punish me?” He raises an eyebrow.
My cheeks turn red because I’m ashamed to admit that it’s true. “Sort of. I was in a very … very bad mood.”
“Hmm …” He smirks, placing the credit card and my wallet on the table. “I understand your reasoning. After what I did, I expected a little payback. However, my curiosity is piqued now … tell me, what did you buy with it?”
My eyes widen and immediately I’m aware of the outfit I’m wearing underneath these clothes. I suddenly feel the urge to cover up. Oh God, what will he think of me if he sees this?
“Uh … nothing important,” I say, smiling awkwardly.
His index finger tiptoes from my leg up to my thigh, toying with my senses as he expertly avoids the one spot that I want him to touch the most. “Hmm … I guess you’ll tell me soon. I’ll get it out of you, one way or another.”
“It’s kind of embarrassing, and in hindsight, kind of stupid,” I say.
He chuckles. “I know, Miss Webber, which is exactly why I want to know.” He leans in further, so close that our noses would touch if he’d come one inch closer. “I want to know everything there is to know about you.” His hand slides between my thighs, parting my legs. “There are only some things I know.”
“Like what?” My breathing comes out in short puffs when he leans in to press a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
“Like that you enjoy a dominant hand.”
His hand nudges aside my legs, parting them even further, and I let him. I’m letting him do whatever he wants. It’s what I love the most, and he knows it. He knows I love to give up control.
“And you know I love to tell people what to do,” he murmurs against my lips, almost kissing me. Almost. I’m inching forward to feel his lips, but he won’t let me. He keeps moving back, withholding me from pleasure. It’s like he enjoys torturing me.
“I know what you want, Miss Webber, but you won’t get it so easily.”
“You just said that you want me,” I say.
“I do.” His hand now cups my pussy, causing me to gasp. “I want to feel your wet pussy all over my hard cock.” He groans. “But you’ve been very bad, Miss Webber, and I can’t let that go unpunished.”
“Huh?” I mutter, unable to control the moans that come out as he starts rubbing my pussy.
“You know what I mean. You know what I want. You know what you want …” he growls.
Punishment … I know what he said, and I know what he means. I just can’t believe it—it’s almost too good to be true.
His fingers slide underneath the fabric of my dress and creep up until my panties are exposed. “Lie down on my lap,” he says.
Biting my lip, I’m unsure of what to do, but when he spreads his legs and nods down, I move up from the couch.
“The safe word is pear. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Repeat what I said.”
“The safe word is pear.”
“All right. Your head that way.” He points to his right side.
I move on top of him but then he twists me around. “Ass up.” I’m taken by surprise as he rips up my dress until my lingerie is exposed.
“Hmm … very nice,” he muses. “Is this what you bought?”
“Uhm …” Saying yes is like admitting to being a criminal … and a sex addict.
Suddenly, he slaps my ass. I jolt up from the pain, a moan coming from my mouth.
“Speak up,” he says gruffly.
“Yes, Mr. King.”
“Hmm … you have quite exquisite taste, Miss Webber. I like this. You must’ve known this was going to happen … otherwise, you would never have put it on.”
I don’t want to tell him the truth because it’s even more ridiculous than his theory. So, I just go along with it. “I’m glad you like it.”
“You should wear this kind of lingerie every day,” he muses. “Every day a new one. Every day something new to enjoy.” I look up at him and watch him bite his lip, hissing. His cock bounces up and down in his pants, pushing into my belly.
“Turn around,” he says.
When I face away, his hand circles over my bare ass. And then his hand comes down again, causing me to shoot up momentarily. He places his free hand on my back, and he says, “Try to relax.”
“I’ve never had this before …” I mutter.
“You’ve never been spanked for being a bad girl?”
“No … I haven’t.”
A sound comes from his mouth that I can only describe as a mixture between a naughty chuckle and an aroused growl. “There’s always a first for everything.”
Chapter 12
He hits me again, and it sizzles on my ass so badly that it hurts. “This is punishment for not giving me back my credit card and for using it without my permission.”
He slaps my other cheek, and I can feel the waves tingle through my entire body. It’s not so much painful as it is arousing, especially with his cock prodding me. I feel so exposed … and oh, so bad. I’m lying here, taking a spanking from my boss, Leo fucking King. Oh dear Lord, this is hot.
“How does it feel, Samantha?” he suddenly asks after spanking me ten times on each cheek.
“Good,” I murmur. “Very good.” It’s quiet for some time, so I ask, “Is that bad?”
“That depends on how you look at it. You’ve been bad, and you should feel bad, but you can enjoy a good spanking just as much. Especially when it leads to more. Admitting that you did something wrong can sometimes lead to great rewards.”
His hands rest on my ass, which feels quite sensitive. “So plump and pink,” he murmurs, sliding his hand all over my bum. “Don’t give me more excuses to do this, Miss Webber, because I will take the opportunity and use it thoroughly.”
“I can’t promise you anything, Mr. King,” I muse, smiling to myself.
He smacks me again, and my body bucks in response. The sizzle shoots through my veins like lightning, lighting up my body.
“I know you’re a bad girl. I’ve known for quite some time. That’s why I can’t resist having you.”
His hand slips down between my thighs and toward my pussy, cupping it, gently massaging my sensitive skin. Everything feels so good—his touch, his taste, and the way he’s rough and gentle at the same time.
With his fingers, he parts my inner lips and starts toying with my clit, flicking it back and forth, teasing me senseless. His other hand presses me down on his lap, holding me in place. It’s as if he enjoys keeping me down, facing me away, making me witness the power he holds over my body. Because even though he forces me in place, I could still say no. I could still put a stop to this. But I don’t. I don’t want to. I want more, so much more.
His fingers circle my pussy, slathering my wetness all over.
“So wet, so willing,” he murmurs. “Have you ever come this way?”
“After a spanking?”
“That too, but I’m talking about lying on someone’s lap. My lap.”
“No, but what you did feels good …”
He leans forward close to my face. “Let me make you feel even better then,” he whispers.
He pulls aside the string of my panties. “Let me satisfy this eager pussy.”
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He dips his finger in, making me moan as he slowly starts thrusting in and out, increasing his speed with each stroke. First one finger, then two. With his thumb, he plays with my clit while his index finger and middle finger work my pussy. I’m writhing in his lap, desperate for more. His cock poking my side makes me aware of the fact that he enjoys this just as much, if not more. It feels as though it’s urging me to pleasure it, and I can imagine myself coming all over him. My brain has already gone into fuck mode, and all I can think of is pleasuring him because he makes me feel so good.
The way he circles around inside me pushes me to my limits.
“Oh, God …” I mutter.
“Are you gonna come for me?” he asks softly. “Are you gonna come all over my fingers, Miss Webber?”
“Yes,” I whisper, barely holding it together.
“Do it. Come for me, Miss Webber.”
The explosions follow quickly, making me writhe in his lap. He holds me down while still playing with my pussy, prolonging the intense orgasm. When it has subsided, I lie motionless in his lap, breathless.
“Hmm … You came so quickly. Was it because of my voice? Was it because I told you to do so?”
“I think so, yes,” I murmur. Something about the way he speaks my last name, with authority, that controls my every thought.
He smiles when I look up. “Perfect.”
I still feel his cock prodding my belly, now even harder than before, and I can’t help but think about how I can please him.
Suddenly, I feel him pull my zipper down. “Stand up, Miss Webber. Take off your dress.”
I slide off his lap, feeling his eyes bore into my skin before I even see them. Those dark, sparkling eyes have something in them that command me to act. It’s like he holds control over me with just a look.
“Let me see what’s underneath,” he says with a gruff voice that makes me shiver.
He’s biting his lip when the dress slides off my shoulders. Tension rises, and when it drops to the floor, a glint is in his eyes. I suck in a breath, watching him revel in the sight of my lingerie.
