It was something I had never done before with any of my pets: love.
But it felt right with her.
Today, we were going over the results of the mediation. We had won, and the firm was very impressed with Jocelyn. She was going to be hired on as a full-time associate.
I had an aching need to take her up against the window again, in celebration.
“Assume the position,” I commanded her, once we had put the decision away.
“Yes, sir.”
She walked over to the glass and I followed her, taking off her clothes and then mine.
With one hand on her hip to steady her, I slid inside, agonizingly slow. After all the waiting, somehow, I still wanted to make it last. She moaned, head thrown back, exposing her neck for me to bite. I sucked hard enough to leave a mark she wouldn’t be able to hide on the way out.
Her hands squeaked on the glass.
“What if someone walks in?” she whispered, arching her back to take me deeper.
That was always the question.
It was now a fun game between us.
But the forbidden nature of what we were doing was still there, making this all even hotter.
“They’ll leave.” I nibbled on her earlobe. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, when you’re trying not to scream? Gushing all over your panties in the middle of a serious legal meeting?”
I still couldn’t stop thinking about that mediation that she’d won, even with a vibrator pleasuring her.
“I think I have a little bit of an idea.” I heard her smiling. “I could see you grabbing your dick under the table, by the way. Everyone could.”
“Not everyone was watching.” I sighed. “Just you.”
“I sure hope so,” she breathed.
“Hmm. And your little show was very subtle. I’m sure no one suspects a thing.”
“I got the job done.”
She shuddered as I slid my hand around to the front of her luscious, curvaceous body, trailing it down to the space where we were joined.
“That’s all that matters. No one’s going to ask me if I had an orgasm in the middle of a mediation because some egotistical asshole forced me to wear a vibrator.”
“Ah, yes.” I hurried to put on a condom and then I thrust in deep, rubbing her clit in time with my movements. “I really twisted your arm, didn’t I?”
“You said I had to do what you wanted,” she panted, “and you’re my boss. So I was only complying.”
“You know your job here is secure no matter what,” I growled. ” The whole thing was a pretense to get to me. You were curious, and you were aroused.”
I pinched her sensitive flesh, and she bit back a shriek.
“How many times did you get off, touching yourself while thinking about me?”
“Fuck you.”
Her chest was heaving, her body quivering on the edge of another climax.
“Tell me.” I pulled my hand away. “Tell me, or you don’t cum again.”
“Four,” she spat, her inner muscles tightening around me already. “Four in two hours. The last there were all in the same session. I couldn’t stop. You turned me on so fucking much I thought I was going crazy.”
I lost control then, slamming into her so hard and fast that the window rattled. I grabbed her hips so hard it must have hurt, pressing my chest against her back until I could feel her every moan vibrating through my body. She tumbled into rapture, her cunt clenching so hard it almost hurt me, ripping my own orgasm from deep inside.
It felt endless.
When I came down, Jocelyn and I were still locked together, and she wasn’t making any attempts to beat a hasty retreat. Not this time. She made a small noise, almost a purr, and I realized that her hand was pressed against mine on the window.
She whimpered in protest when I pulled out.
There was a soft half-smile on her face when she turned around. The fire was still in her eyes, but I’d stoked it into something different. Something new.
“Your cock feels even better than I imagined,” she said. “Just for the record.”
I glanced behind me.
“I don’t see a stenographer here. I think that’ll have to stay unofficial for now.”
“Jesus.” She laughed. “You just can’t switch it off, can you?”
I composed myself quickly, resisting the urge to kiss her. She wanted it. She wanted it, but she wasn’t going to take it. And the look in her eyes told me she wanted the same thing I did: love. With me.
But I couldn’t help but hold back a bit, to make sure I was ready to give that to her the way she deserved.
“I really do have work to do,” I told her, trying to sound matter-of-fact instead of apologetic.
“Sure,” she said, her face falling slightly. “Of course.”
“Next time you want to see me, come to me,” I told her. “I’ll be waiting. We’ll have another lesson.”