His breath hissed between his teeth as he held onto his chair arms, his knuckles white.
“I just want a taste,” I said, taking him down to his base. I opened my throat, taking him deeper, and felt him stiffen. He was close. “Don’t you dare come,” I hissed as I worked even harder to pull out his release. A few strokes later, he was covered in sweat, having lost all control. I gave him a knowing smile. I released him from my mouth and heard him moan again as I stood.
“Fuck me,” I ordered.
He stood quickly and grabbed my throat, squeezing roughly as his mouth came crashing down to mine. Our tongues thrust together as we fought a war for control and both lost. I gasped as he pulled my ass apart, separating and kneading me roughly, pulling my body to his erection. He let go as I strained to keep our kiss and put me back on his desk, laying me down and burying his head between my thighs, licking my ass repeatedly and devouring my pussy. I screamed out as he thrust his fingers in me, eating me like I was his last meal. He plunged his fingers in and out and fucked me ruthlessly with them as he licked and sucked my clit, drawing my orgasm quickly. I erupted, my legs shaking and my entire body exploding in sensation as he continued his assault well after I finished.
“Fuck, yes, Rhys, fuck,” I screamed as I came again minutes later, feeling the warmth slide down as his tongue quickly lapped it up. When the wave subsided, he plunged his tongue in deep, pulling my ass off the desk as he swirled it inside of me. My ass fell back to the desk and I looked up to see him stand over me, his black eyes crazy with desire. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his glistening chest. Once naked, he used both hands, worked them over my body, touching every inch as I moaned and writhed beneath him.
“You’re perfect, and you’re mine, Violet.” He pumped his dick with his fist and put it at my entrance, leaning over me to taste my lips. Once satisfied with my lips, he buried his huge cock inside of me, filling me so full my whole body seized. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he took me roughly. His thrusts were of a man possessed as he branded my body with his hands, touching me everywhere.
Near his release, he pulled me onto his lap, never losing our connection. I placed my hands behind me on his thighs as my legs spread wide over his armrests. He cradled my ass as he pumped his thick cock inside and we got lost in each other. He leaned in, kissing my lips as he stroked my pussy with his length. I pushed off of his thighs, angling my hips so he touched me deeper and felt the tip of him stroke my g-spot.
“I’m going to come again, Rhys. Come with me,” I pleaded as my body started to shake. One more stroke and I was convulsing, singing his praises as he licked my lips and spilled into me, pumping faster as we rode it out together.
I brought my legs down on either side of him, tucking them under my thighs as I buried my head in his chest. Minutes passed as we held each other, covered in the evidence of our need. I looked up to him, his lips smeared with red, his breathing still heavy as he smiled down at me.
“I hope you enjoyed your present because that shit is NEVER happening again.”
“Aww, come on. You liked it,” I said, running my fingers through his damp black hair.
“Never again. This is my body to touch, my pussy to lick, and these are my fucking lips to take.” He leaned in again, drawing my bruised lips into his mouth and sucking.
“Fine.” I pulled away as he dipped back in. “But, I know you liked it.” He nodded his head yes then shook it to toy with me as I hugged him tightly. I looked at the security screen over his shoulder and froze.
Sensing the tension in my body, Rhys asked, “What is it?” He pulled back to look at my face. I locked my arms to keep him from doing so.
“Violet, what’s wrong?” he asked again, concern in his voice.
On the screen, I saw Alex walking in with a couple, a smile on his face. He was taking off the woman’s coat, and I narrowed my eyes to get a look at her.
Sandra.
Rhys stood still, locked in my grip around him as my legs hit the floor. He pulled out of my grasp easily and demanded an answer.
“Violet, what the hell?” he asked, jolting me out of my stupor.
“It’s Alex. He’s here.”
Rhys stiffened at my confession and turned to look at the monitor. His eyes went cold as he studied the screen. I looked up to see his jaw twitch. His expression was murderous.
Baffled and beyond shocked, I quickly started rambling.
“I don’t know how the hell he found this place, but this shit is not okay,” I said, scooping up my jacket and fastening it quickly. “I’ll take care of this, Rhys. Seriously, don’t be upset. I can’t even begin to imagine how he even knew of a place like this.”
Rhys buckled his belt and smoothed down his tie, his expression unreadable, but his eyes holding more contempt than I’d ever seen. He moved to the door quickly as I straightened my hair. I barely caught the words as he walked out.
“It’s not him. It’s her.” I looked at the security screen filled with Sandra and the realization almost brought me to my knees...Click.
The Barracks. Four years ago...
Perfect, another damn sub gone due to my inability to emotionally commit. My reluctance to be more intimate had ruined yet another year of training. I’d had her just where I wanted her. She was completely responsive and obedient. Just as my time and patience were paying off, she insisted she wanted more.
FUCK.
“You won’t even try with me, Rhys!” she cried as she buttoned her blouse.
“Jill, I told you everything up front, made absolutely sure you heard and understood me, did I not?” I couldn’t hide the irritation in my voice. This scenario, along with the rest of the past year, had become routine, mundane, and unfulfilling.