Again, let me be clear: the way I was acting couldn’t be further from what I believe. I’d been with Delaney enough to know that this is what got her off. Her idea of Coop was a guy who thought he was better than everyone else, especially women. A guy who saw women as objects that were inferior to the male species. She housed a lot of anger and I was her source of release, because I reflected her perception of the ninety-nine percent male field she worked in.
She began to work her tongue around my length very slowly, her dark eyes flashing at me.
“Faster, Delaney. Don’t pretend a pretty little thing like you doesn’t know how to suck cock,” I said, mockingly.
Her eyes narrowed as she began to suck me harder.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, keeping my eyes on her. When she got annoyed she was really fucking scary. Her eyes went so black they looked almost evil as they bored into mine.
I sighed again, pretending to be disappointed.
“Okay, get up. This isn’t working for me, honey. I want to fuck you. Do you like being fucked by a real man?”
She stood up, not saying a word, the hateful expression on her face speaking volumes.
“On the bed,” I encouraged her as I walked over to it. I threw myself down, grabbing the condom from the nightstand and slipping on my dick while I waited. She was so precise in ensuring everything would go as she imagined in her head, right down to having the condom ready—which was the complete opposite of what she wanted to be in this fantasy.
She stood up and inched toward the me.
“I hope you don’t work this slow in the office. But then maybe that explains why all the guys get the promotions, huh?” I chuckled.
Her mouth dropped open slightly, and for a moment I thought she might respond. But instead, she closed it and stomped over to me, pulling her panties down and climbing onto me.
“God, yeah. Nothing better than having a woman hanging off your cock,” I said as she lowered herself onto me. “How about you t
ake that pretty little bra off too?” I suggested, cocking an eyebrow.
Her mouth twitched, but she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Pulling it away from her body, I smiled as her breasts tumbled out. She began to ride me back and forth, her eyes closing as she got into the moment.
“Mmm,” she sighed softly.
“You feel good,” I muttered, my hands sitting on her hips. “Do you imagine yourself getting fucked by the guys at work? That’s what you like, isn’t it?”
She didn’t answer.
“Tell me it’s what you like,” I ordered.
“I like it. I imagine every man at work fucking me,” she said through gritted teeth.
I eased my hand behind her and tossed her over so she was on her back and I was on top of her. She gasped, caught off guard. Taking both her hands, I lifted them to the steel bedframe, where a long length of blue ribbon was already hanging, waiting. I curled the ribbon around her wrists, binding her into place.
“Mm, that’s better,” I sighed, running my finger down her arm, over her breast and down her stomach. “Are you wet for me, Delaney? Tell me,” I ordered after she didn’t answer.
“Yes!” she cried. “I’m wet. Please, Coop, I need this,” she whimpered.
I smiled and walked over to the wall that housed the toys. I picked off a few, inspecting each one before deciding on a Duet Lux—a two pronged vibrator.
“Delaney, you’ve got a lot of toys for someone who is supposed to be a good girl. What would people think if they saw you like this?” I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers circling the inner area of her thigh. “Don’t you want people to know what a slut you are?”
She shook her head and groaned as I pushed my finger inside of her. I began to massage her clit as she grinded herself against my hand. Sliding my finger out, I placed some lube on the end of the Duet and pushed it inside of her. She gasped as I switched it on to vibrate, her body trying desperately to squirm away from me. I squeezed the prongs as I thrust it in and out of her pussy, now so wet she was making the sheets under her damp.
“Come for me, Delaney. You love the feel of this inside you, don’t you?” I asked her, twisting the Duet, still deep inside of her.
She cried out, pulling on her arms so hard that the ribbon around her wrist began to dig into her skin.
“Do you prefer my cock, honey? Is that what you’d like?”
She nodded yes as I rubbed the vibrator against her clit.