by Amy Brent
Whitt looked up from his phone when I entered the room, “How was your lunch date?”
“I’m not sure you can call it a date, but it was nice.” I shrugged. I walked around his desk to the plants near the window, and he grabbed my wrist.
“Just nice? Where did he take you?” His eyes were hard on mine.
“To the shitty restaurant, you recommended. Did you do that so we’d have a bad time? Did you expect him to bring me there?”
“I know my friend. He doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. He’s a lot like me in that regard.” He stood and pulled me to him. “Now tell me, where did he take you.”
“I did. That’s the only place we went, Whitt.” I tugged my arm, but he held it tight. His eyes burned into mine.
“Did he touch you?”
“No, but so what if he did?” I gave him a defiant glare, which had him pulling me closer, his thick erection jabbing me in the back.
“You’ve been real sassy lately; a real little smart-mouth.”
I licked my lips. “What are you going to do about it? Spank me? You’re not my father. You can’t—
Quicker than I could blink, he sat in his chair and pulled me across his knee. His hand went down on my ass, and I cried out as the pain turned to an aching desire between my legs. “I’m your boss, so yes, whatever it is you think I can’t. I can. You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing with Dax?”
“I’ve not done anything.” I squirmed as his hand came down again.
“Yes, you have. You’ve been flirting with him and eye fucking him to get a rise out of me. He pulled me up to my feet and spun me toward the desk. He stood pushing me against it and then leaned down to my ear.
“Is it working?” I couldn’t help but giggle, and he slapped my ass.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Or maybe you’d prefer a good, hard fucking?” He reached beneath my skirt and gripped my pantyhose, which I’d worn instead of underwear, and ran his hand down between my legs. Then he gripped my pantyhose and leaned down, using his teeth to rip them. His hands pulled them apart, and they pulled against me as he ripped them to shred.
“No more of those. I want easier access next time.”
I grinned. He already promised me next time. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Let me lock the door.”
“I already did.” I had locked it behind me hoping he’d take me.
“You dirty girl. You knew just what I was going to give you didn’t you? That’s why you went with Dax, isn’t it?” I heard his zipper, and then a moment later his cock was pressing against my tight hole.
“I should fuck you in that pretty little ass of yours.” I shuddered to know that it would hurt badly if he did, but another part of me wanted him to go ahead and do it. I wanted him to take me hard and claim me and never let me go. “But I’ve missed this little pussy so much. You know it too, don’t you? That’s why you taunt me.”
His cock thrust deep in one long, hard stroke and I cried out, my mouth muffled by his strong hand. He kept it there as he pounded me, his thick shaft brushing against my most sensitive spot until my release had me quivering.
“I’ve turned you into a wanton slut haven’t I, Gemma?” He ground his cock deep and chills crept across my flesh as he breathed into my ear. “You’re going to stop taunting me, and you’re going to stop using Dax to make me jealous.”
“Yes, sir.” I wiggled myself on his cock as he buried deep, pressing against me and his hand reached around and gripped my breasts through my blouse, which he yanked so hard, the button ripped.
“You see what you made me do?” He pinched my nipple so hard I winced, and the delicious sting went straight to my pussy. I reached down and rubbed my little bud, feeling the next orgasm on edge, but he grabbed my wrist.
He pulled his cock free. “I’m giving the pleasure, not you. You really are a little nympho. This is your punishment for being a sassy little girl. I want you to take it and like it. Do you understand me?” His breath was hot in my ear, and I wanted to cry out with the torturous need for release.
He leaned away from me, still holding my wrist and opened his desk drawer. Then I felt something silky against my skin as he slipped the stocking around my head. “Open wide.” I did as I was told and he crammed my torn stocking in my mouth. I thought that he’d thrown them away and would have never guessed he’d been keeping them all of this time.
“You’re going to be quiet for me, aren’t you, Gemma?” I nodded, and he tied my wrists with the other. I smiled around the gag, and he pushed my head down and then grabbed my messy bun.
His cock centered against me, and this time taking a bit more care to ease in. He rocked back and forth against me slowly, grinding and rutting as desired and I lay there moaning with my eyes closed as he worked me.
I managed to spit out the gag as I moaned and came, so he pulled his cock free and spun me around. “Get on your knees. You can’t keep a gag in; I’ll make sure that fucking sassy mouth is full.”
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward, feeding me his cock, and I took a deep breath knowing he was in a mood to be forceful. This was the Whitt I craved. The one who had taken the cook hard and fucked her senseless. Who had come all over her tits like he didn’t give a damn? I was preparing myself for a nice thick load when he pulled me off of his cock and stood me up. “You still think you want me?” he asked, stroking his cock.
I nodded. “You can’t scare me away. I’ll always want you.”
Chapter 17
Whitt
I pushed her back down to her knees, and she glared up into my eyes as she took me into her mouth. Her plump lips kissed my head, and her tongue snaked out to tongue my slit. I closed my head and rolled my head back. She had such a perfect mouth, and it looked amazing stretched out with my cock in it.
I rocked my hips, and she strained against her restraints which were behind her back. “Just the mouth this time, Gemma. No hands allowed.” She leaned into me and bobbed her head, working my cock nice and fast then she pulled off, rubbing her face around it, then she took it back into her mouth and pushed herself down, taking it into her throat so far, the rim of my head popped past her tonsils with an audible sound.
I gripped her head and held her close; then I eased deeper until she turned red-faced and teary eyed. “That’s a girl. Take it deep. Swallow that cock.” She took it as a literal invite and swallowed around my cock, and it pulled it a bit deeper into her throat. Then she spasmed, gagging on it.
She was so perfect, and I wanted her so bad, but I’d made up my mind after today’s antics that we needed one last farewell fuck and it would be done. For good. But she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
I pulled her up and pushed her back across the desk and thrust back into her sopping wet channel. I had hoped if she saw how harsh I could be, she’d be turned off, but so far, she seemed to like it rough and raunchy. A slut of my creation. I hadn’t planned to fuck her again, but I just couldn’t be around her and not have sex on the brain.
If all she wanted was a quick slap and tickle at the office, I could handle it, but Gemma wanted more. More only led to trouble.
She’d been using Dax against me and the incident with the coffee the other day had really ruffled my feathers. She’d been a little brat since, and it was far time she learned her lesson.
She moaned as I worked her, and I reached down and rubbed her little bud, giving her a bit of the pleasure she’d tried to take on her own.
She went crazy, writhing beneath me, and her legs came around me, pulling me in closer. “Fuck me, harder. Please.”
I was just about to lift her up against me and fuck her standing up when the phone rang.
I put my hand over her mouth and answered the phone with a breathless voice. “Whitt Porter.”
“Hey, Whitt. It’s Ashley.” Hearing Ashley’s voice made my cock jump. I’d been seeing her for a while before Gemma came along, but only on random hookups.
We were never anything serious, though I had a feeling she’d wanted to be.
“If you’re not busy, I thought I’d come down to your office and discuss the new site and a few of my visions.”
“That’d be great.” As much as I wanted to spend the rest of my day inside Gemma, I had to get back to work, and Ashley was the perfect distraction. Maybe she’d even help me put Gemma in her place.
If she saw me with another woman, then maybe she’d see we aren’t meant to be together or at the very least hate me. She wasn’t taking my hints and if I couldn’t keep myself from fucking her, she never would.
“Awesome. I’ll be there in a half hour.” She laughed softly. “I can’t wait to see you; it’s been too long.” It had only been a couple of weeks, but so much had happened that it felt like longer.
“That’s perfect.” I hung up the phone and thrust deep into Gemma.
“Who was that?”
“A friend and employee, and she’s on her way.”
“Did you fuck her too? Like you did Mary.” She must have heard about Mary or guessed, did I tell her? Anyway, I didn’t want to shove Ashley in her face.
“She’s an employee, Gemma.”
“So am I.” She ground herself against me, clenching her tight walls to milk me.
“And I’m serious. This is the last time this happens. I won’t have you sassing me. Are we clear? And stay away from my friend.”
“You’re horrible at convincing me we’re done.” There was that smart tone. And as much as I wanted to keep fucking her, I knew I had to go. I had to stop this, to get as far away from her as I could.
My cock swelled as my balls ached and my come shot out, pouring into her in hot spurts. I stayed inside her and took the stocking she’d had in her mouth and rolled it up. And when I pulled out of her gaping hole, I stuffed it inside and met her eyes. “There’s a little something to remember me by.” I hoped that vulgarity had sealed the deal.
She lifted her chin defiantly. “You’ll miss me.” She stood up and took off her shoes, pulling the ripped pantyhose from her feet and then straightened her skirt and her ripped blouse.
Gemma was gone from her desk when Ashley arrived a half hour later, and I’d straightened up my desk and my clothes when she strolled in and shook my hand.
“You look great, Whitt.” She said with a big smile. Ashley Cramer was a smart-looking brunette with big doe eyes and legs that didn’t quit. She had a kind smile and about ten pounds on Gemma, but it was all in the right places.
“You look beautiful as always. What’s good?” She opened up her portfolio and pulled out an electronic tablet.
“I want to show you what I’ve been working on. I’m not impressed with some of the resort's architecture, to be quite honest and I feel that if we’re renovating, let’s really go all out. We could reface the façades to give it a more updated look.” She brought up an image, and I really loved the idea.
I walked around my desk and sat next to her, and she flipped through several images showing me the façade and the rest of the structure and how it would all connect to the new.
“You’re really doing amazing work, Ashley. I can’t wait to see what you come up with for the interior.”
“I’m not happy with some of the merchandise at the shops your last designer used. I know you wanted to use places you had accounts with, but they’re a little dated.” She winced as if she hated to tell me. “I could see if I could save us some money elsewhere. I have a few places in mind.”
“Hey, anything you can do to sweeten the pot, just makes it better for us in the long run.” I gave her a reassuring pat on the back and left my arm around behind her.
“Well, if you’re talking about sweetening the pot, you can do that by seeing me again. It’s been a long time.” She placed her hand on mine and smiled. I closed my other hand over hers and gave it a pat.
She wanted a relationship, and I knew it, but I wasn’t the committing type. I did, however, need a reason for Gemma to move on, and maybe this was the perfect opportunity. “I’d like that.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Nothing too deep, of course, but more time together would do us both some good and we do have fun.” She slid her arm around me and leaned in for a kiss, and as I met her lips, all I could think about was Gemma. It only made me more positive that this was what I had to do.
“So when can I see you away from this place?” She looked at me with hopeful eyes.
“Is tomorrow too soon?” I smiled, and she leaned in for another kiss.
“That’s perfect.” I walked her out, and Gemma’s eyes widened. She busied herself as I said goodbye to Ashley and she kissed my cheek. I glanced over to see Gemma’s face red with anger, and her eyes were puffy as if she wanted to cry.
I waited for Ashley to be down the hall and then turned around to Gemma. “It’s not what it looks like.” I knew damned well it was and I let out a long breath and went back to my office. She came in minutes later to finish the plants, but she didn’t speak as I took phone calls and prepared for my weekend.
Chapter 18
Gemma
I felt horrible about the whole Dax situation, and I knew that Whitt was acting impulsively out of his anger over it. If he didn’t want to see me anymore, why would he assure me that Ashley was just a friend and coworker and why would he keep giving into me? He wouldn’t. Whitt didn’t do anything he didn’t want to do, and that was something I’d learned about him long ago. That’s what made the fact that he had been with me, all that much hotter.
I had talked to him earlier in the day and not only had he apologized for his rough behavior, for which I was forever grateful, he’d told me he had to take a day trip, but that he’d call me as soon as he got home. I made him swear, and he had insisted it could be late. Lila further confirmed his trip when I talked to her, so I got an idea.
“Hey, do you think I could go over and use the pool?” I wanted to be there when he got home to surprise him.
“You know you’re welcome anytime. The bath house code is the same as always. The staff is still off on weekends, so if you want to eat, you better bring something.”
“I’ll pack my own queen bee sandwich.” I let loose a giggle and gathered my things while I continued to talk. “Are you going to be around?”
“No, not for another few days. Daniel is at work, but when he gets home, we’re going to a special dinner.” Her voice softened, and I could hear the smile in it.
“That sounds romantic.” I sighed, wishing that Whitt and I had the same relationship.
“It’s going to be. We’re staying in a cabin for the night. I can’t wait.”
“I’m so happy for you. Have a great time. I’ll make sure and leave things as I found them, and thanks again.”
“Anytime, Gemma. Seriously, you don’t even have to ask.” I knew I’d never go without asking and hoped that Whitt didn’t get upset by my showing up unannounced though technically I hadn’t.
I hung up the phone and searched for an Uber. I didn’t want my car ruining my surprise, and then Whitt would have to drive me home too. I had a special treat for him while he did.
I packed my favorite book so that I wouldn’t be bored while I waited and then when my car arrived, I had the driver take me to the mansion.
“It doesn’t look like anyone’s home,” said the driver, whose name was Scott, as he pulled up to the gate.
“How can you tell?”
“There’s usually a big black Camaro outside. You’re not the first pretty girl I’ve dropped off here.” The comment had my hackles up, but I gave Scott a dirty look and handed him his money.
“Thanks.” He gave me an apologetic look as I shut the door and then he drove away. I turned and faced the house, and sure enough, Scott was right. There wasn’t a soul home. But I had permission to be in the pool, so I punched in the gate code and went inside. I walked to the side patio and opened that gate too and kicked off my shoes and sat down by the water.
The sun reflecting was creating wild shimmers across my legs as I dipped my toes in the water and opened my book. I’d change into my suit later, but for now, I wanted to relax.
I had hoped that Whitt would be home by the time I read a couple of my favorite chapters, but he wasn’t, so I went to the bath house and stripped off my clothes. I glanced in the mirror at myself and noticed that there were bruises on the front of my legs, not dark, but very light ones from being fucked hard against Whitt’s desk.
Thinking about it had me worked up, so I decided to lay down on the futon and daydream. I slipped my hand down into my panties and brushed a fingertip against my swollen bud. I was so worked up that I was already soaked and I knew it had to be from all of the excitement. I couldn’t wait to be with him again, and I wished he’d walk into the bath house and catch me in the act. Maybe he’d punish me.
