This Cruel Love

He reached forward and ran his fingers up the side of my thigh, pushing the fabric of my dress up. Then his fingers skated underneath and over the lace of my panties. He sucked in a breath and lifted my skirt to see what I had on for him. The heat in his gaze made me wet for him, and desperate to please.

“I like it. Very, very sexy. Now take your dress off.” He sat back in his chair, no doubt to enjoy the view. “Slowly. Nice and slowly, angel.”

I lifted the dress over my head as slowly and seductively as I could, dropping it on the floor at the side of his chair. I was perched in front of him in my black lace bra and panties, and from the way he licked his lips, he liked what he saw.

“Up,” he commanded, so I hopped up onto his desk and put my legs either side of his chair, giving him the view I knew he’d want. My heart was pounding out of my chest so hard, I could hear the beats in my ears, thumping like a movie soundtrack to complement our erotic encounter. I gripped the edge of his desk with both hands to steady myself. This man always made me tremble with anticipation and need for him. I knew I had to steel myself in preparation for a more domineering, commanding Jackson than I was used to. In this office, in his realm, he was unstoppable.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.” He leaned forward and brushed his fingers along my thighs and stopped as he reached the top. Then he snaked his arms around my back and pulled me to the edge of his desk. “I want to fuck you over my desk, make you scream my name as you come over and over again. I want to come all over you, inside you. Any way I can. I want it dirty, angel. Really fucking dirty.”

I’d never heard him speak like this before, and I liked it. I felt so horny I could barely talk, my mouth was so dry.

“I’ll do anything for you,” was all I could manage, but my body was screaming, ‘Hell yes! Fuck me as dirty as you want’.

“I want to fuck you in ways you’ve never been fucked before. Make you come harder than you’ve ever come.” He cupped in between my legs. “This, all of this, is mine. Mine to play with, mine to do what I want.” I rocked against his hand; his words were making me wet and needy.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours.”

He ran a finger along the seam of my panties, then underneath, feeling the wetness that pooled on his command.

“Always so wet, so ready for me. I love that.” He pushed a finger inside me then pulled it out. His eyes seared into mine, and he sucked his finger into his mouth, tasting my arousal and humming with desire.

“Sweet. Just like you.”

The erotic way he looked at me as he sucked his finger made my pussy clench, and I felt like I’d die if I didn’t have him inside me soon.

“Touch me again. I love your touches.” I leant back, resting my hands behind me and pushing my hips forward, but he shook his head and tutted.

“I make the rules, remember. I’m the fucking king and I say when and where you need to be touched.” He was enjoying his dominance and so was I.

“Take it off.” He pointed to my bra, and I unhooked it, letting it drop from my arms onto the floor.

“Perfect.” He reached both hands forward to cup and caress my tits. “I’m gonna come all over these.”

He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me gasp, then he bit down and I hissed at the pain laced with subtle, tantalising pleasure. He lathered his tongue over me to ease the burn before sucking and biting again, sending me into a spiral of ecstasy. I leaned forward into his mouth and dragged my nails over his scalp as he tortured and teased my nipples. He was relentless and thorough in his game of pleasure-pain. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, lost in the myriad of bliss he was creating. The fact that I was sitting there in my black lacy panties, like a prize just for his sole gratification, as he sat forward, fully dressed in his suit, was even more of a turn on. I felt vulnerable, but not weak. He might have been calling the shots, but I knew my strengths too. And right then, my body was controlling him as much as he was controlling me.

I rocked back and forth as he tended to my breast, sucking, nibbling, and loving them.

“More,” I gasped, pulling on his hair so he’d look up at me and see my desperation for him.

He popped a nipple out of his mouth and stood up in front of me, all the time rubbing and kneading my breasts in his large, warm hands. His nostrils were flared, and his eyes showed me he was already under my spell.

“On all fours, angel. I want you bent over on my desk with your ass in the air. I need to see you.”

I turned my back to him and crawled up onto his desk, my ass in his face and my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I waited to see what he was going to do next.

“Now this is a view I’ll never get tired of. Your ass is beautiful.”

He squeezed both of my ass cheeks with his hands and spread them, making me groan at the delicious sensation it triggered in my pussy. He slid his finger into the side of my panties and then ran it along the crack of my ass and down across the wetness of my pussy. “And this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Just perfect.”

He peeled my panties slowly down my ass and along my thighs, sighing heavily with desire as he did. The slow, torturous movements made me wriggle and squirm in front of him. I was becoming frantic with the anticipation of what was to come.

I peered behind my shoulder to see what he was doing, and the way he was studying me, drinking in the view, made me tingle with want.

“Eyes ahead, angel. I know what you need. Trust me.”

I felt his warm breath on the inside of my le