The Chase

“Pay attention to what you’re doing, girl. Don’t look at me; look at your work. No, not like that,” he criticized when she brushed at the table with the duster again. “First, clear everything off and set it at your feet.”

“Yes, Sir.” She did as he’d demanded.

He enjoyed the hell out of watching her bend over, and clearly she was getting into the spirit of the game since she moved one magazine at a time and arranged them at her feet with a wriggle of her ass.

“Is that acceptable, Sir?”

“It’s a start. Dust that table. Get close to it, face directly over it. See exactly what you’re doing.”

“Of course, Sir.”

She bent at the waist, sticking her very fine backside in the air for him, and swept the duster across the surface methodically.

Seth prowled up behind her, pretending to dissect her job performance. Instead, he peered down at the glass-top table to find her grinning. She’d also missed a corner. Intentionally?

God, he loved this game, but today just might be the best ever…

“Why are you smiling?” Without warning, he smacked her on the ass, pinkening one cheek. “Tell me.” He swatted the other.

“Enjoying my job, Sir.”

He crowded her then, covering her back with his chest as he bent over her, curling an arm around her. As he settled his palm over her breast, he leaned in, letting her feel exactly how aroused he was.

Ignoring her little moan, he pointed to the dust she’d neglected to wipe away. “Then why are you so sloppy, girl? Are you trying to irritate me?”

“Of course not, Sir. Forgive me. How can I make it up to you?” She fluttered her lashes at him.

Heavenly was playing her part perfectly, and a slew of dirty images assaulted his brain. Settling for just one was going to be a bitch.

“Get on your knees.” He stepped back enough to allow her to turn and kneel.

“As you wish, Sir.” Like a natural, she bowed her head, thighs gently parted.

Fuck, he wanted inside her now. Instead, he worked open his fly, then grabbed a handful of her hair. “Suck my cock.”

Wide-eyed, she stared and licked her lips. “Of course, Sir.”

Then her gaze dropped to his leaking crest, and she leaned in. So slowly Seth swore he’d come out of his skin, she swept her lashes over her flushed cheeks, parted her pretty pink lips, then took him on her tongue.

A long, low groan ripped from his throat as electricity pinged through his body. Her tongue swirled around him. Her lips tightened. She looked up at him with big eyes, desperate for his touch and approval. Then she slipped her way back down his length until only the head remained in her mouth. She sucked harder.

Best. Fucking. Head. Ever.

His eyes rolled back as she worked him over, laving down one side, slurping up the other, and cradling his balls in one hand—where had she learned that?—before she nipped at his sensitive crest and started the process all over again.

Yes, he’d fucked her this morning. And last night. And the afternoon before that. Didn’t matter. She made him desperate, and if he didn’t slow this down, the game would be over before he could fully enjoy it.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from his throbbing erection. “I didn’t say you could use your hands. Put them behind your back.” She rushed to comply, then he gripped her chin in his palm, fingers biting. “Lick the head slowly. Only lick. If I have to correct you…”

He let the threat trail off.

She shook her head. “You won’t, Sir.”

Then she stuck out her pink tongue, eyes dancing, as she took a lingering swipe across his slick head, taking forever to make one wide circle around his most sensitive spots.

Oh, fuck me…

“That’s enough,” he managed to force out. “Bad little girls only serve cock, they don’t get to enjoy it.”