Office Pet

Kane pressed soft kisses up and down my thighs until they quivered, and when I didn’t think I could take any more teasing, he clamped his lips over my clit and sucked hard.

My back arched, and incoherent words tumbled from my mouth. I pushed myself against his probing tongue seeking the release that I’d been denied for twelve days.

The edge of his teeth brushed against my engorged clit, and I was about to lose it, but then he stopped.

“Please, Kane, Sir. Don’t stop. Let me come,” I begged.

“You like my face between your legs, don’t you? You like me eating you out and tasting your cream.”

“So much,” I sighed.

A smack against my pussy made me yelp, and a hot, stinging sensation radiated from my core. He smacked again and again and again, and before I could register what was happening, he slid two fingers into my sopping wet pussy and pummeled me.

“Oh, God,” I gasped. My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, and my arousal flowed over his hand. He inserted a third finger, stretching me wide. Just when I teetered on the edge, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.

“Kane, let me come. Please.”

I would lose my fucking mind if I didn’t come soon.

He tongue fucked me, but when I was on the brink of climaxing, once again he pulled back and stopped.

Now his thumb was in my pussy, and his fingertips rimmed my ass. I ground against him. Pressure built up inside and I was close to exploding into millions of pieces. But he stopped, twisted his hand and resumed finger fucking me, pressing his fingertips against my inner walls.

“I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. I’m going to come,” I screeched.

“Then come for me, pet,” he ordered. “Come hard and gush all over my hand. Show everyone here what I do to you.”

Even if he hadn’t given me his permission to come, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. An orgasm ripped through me, and cum squirted from my body. I’d been dreaming of an orgasm this intense for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t stop convulsing or squirting. The release was as intense as I’d always imagined it would be. Once I was spent, I sagged forward on the wooden chair, but Kane didn’t stop pummeling me. His fingers glided in and out of my sopping pussy.

“You’re not done yet. You have more to give, I know it.”

He was right. A second orgasm tore through me, taking my breath away.

“No more,” I cried out. “I can’t take anymore.”

He pulled his fingers from my pussy and stood up. I could hear the rustling of the fabric of his pants. “You’ll take whatever I give you, Reese. Like my cock. You’re going to suck it deep and hard.”

“Let me see you,” I begged.

“Not yet, now open up.”

Obediently, I opened my mouth, and without warming me up, he slid in balls deep. Saliva dripped from me as he fucked my mouth hard and fast.

He grabbed my hair, holding me in place. The seat beneath me was slick with my come, and even though I’d just had two intense orgasms, the need for a third rose inside of me.

Kane’s balls hit off my chin as he continued to hammer into my mouth. His balls tightened, and his grip on my hair strengthened. On a growl, he spilled his hot seed down my throat. I swallowed every single drop. After I’d sucked him dry, he pulled out and rubbed the tip of his dick over my lips.

Then, without warning, he ripped off the blindfold. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the bright room. Embarrassed, I glanced around expecting to see a full room but saw… no one.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, confused.

“There was never anyone here,” Kane admitted. “The sounds were a recording. It was a test to see if you were willing to follow orders whatever the circumstances.”

I wasn’t sure if I was relieved, disappointed, or pissed off. The thought of having people watch me naked and blindfolded was as exciting as it was scary.

“Was that my initiation?” I asked, my voice a surprised whisper.

“No, this is.” He positioned himself until his lips were in line with mine. He gave me a slow, sensuous kiss that deepened with every passing second, and when he broke away, he whispered, “Welcome to the club.”

Chapter Twenty

Kane

Her nails biting into the arms of the wooden chair, Reese leaned into my kiss. Her lips and mouth were desperate and breathless on mine. I had pushed her, yes, but in tonight’s test she had shown me just how dirty she really was. Soon, she would be putting herself on display for real. The thought pleased me. But not yet. For now, I wanted to keep her my dirty little secret.