“I, shit. I can’t think.”
“This is your only chance, Hazel.”
“Fuck, okay. Okay. Where did you grow up?”
Her words are strangled, tumbling from her lips. “In the city,” I say. “Most of the time at least. We had a house in New York and a place up in the Hamptons, but mainly here.”
“Fuck,” she whispers. “You were rich, right?”
“That’s right. Born into privilege and wealth.” My fingers continue sliding in and out of her, teasing her, going nice and slow.
“What were you like—ahh, shit —as a kid?”
“Like most kids,” I say, shrugging. “I liked football, but I had to play tennis. My older brother was the real athlete, though.”
“Siblings?” she manages.
“One older brother, one younger sister. He died years ago, and I don’t see her much these days.”
“I’m sorry,” she groans. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I slide my fingers deep and slap her ass. She gasps. “Better keep asking while I’m in the mood to talk.”
“Music?” she groans.
“Always.”
“Work out?”
“Every day.”
“First kiss?”
I chuckle a little, leaving my fingers inside her, curling back and forth against her spot. “Sixth grade. Her name was Amanda. Turned out to be a vicious bitch but I liked her back then.”
“Oh, fuck,” she says, panting. “It’s really hard to think right now.”
“Good,” I whisper. “I want it to be hard. You think anything should be easy for you?”
“Why do you—oh, god damnit—have to make things hard?”
“You need to earn it,” I whisper as I bite her ass, tasting her skin. I kiss her, moving closer to my fingers rubbing along her clit. “Nothing should be free, you know.”
“What about you? Do you earn it?”
My eyes flash at her, but I grin. “Every day,” I say before pulling my fingers from inside of her and pressing my mouth against her pussy.
She groans as I eat her from behind. I run my tongue into her tight little cunt and lick her all over, tasting every inch of her body. I lick her clit, running my tongue the whole length of her, lapping her tip. I suck and lick her, tongue inside, tongue along her clit, tongue around her ass. I love it, the way she moans and arches her back and pushes against me.
I grip her hips and keep sucking, licking. I know she’s getting close. I reach up with one hand and find her clit, rubbing it with my middle finger as my tongue laps at her pussy and ass. She gasps, groaning, rolling her hips with this, her questions completely forgotten.
This is what I really wanted, to make her feel like she had control, when really I was driving everything all along.
I keep going, rubbing and sucking and licking, tasting her perfect body, pushing her buttons, making her moan and sweat and gasp. I go faster, faster, moving with her moans, reading her body, the trembling in her knees, everything.
She comes against my mouth and I don’t stop. I keep rubbing her clit, keep licking her pussy. I love it so much I can barely control myself. Her whole body contorts as she bends forward, moaning into the open air, at the city spread below us.
Slowly she comes down. I let her slide onto her ass, sitting there with her back to the little wall. I step back and smile at her, wiping my mouth casually with a handkerchief before sliding it back into my pocket.
She glares at me, panting. “I want more questions.”
“You got what you got,” I say. “Be happy for it.”
“You asshole.”
I smile. “You’re getting very fresh with your new boss.”
She glares at me but stays silent. I laugh and wait for her to gather herself. She pulls her panties back up, followed by her tights. Finally, she stands and straightens out her skirt.
“Ready?” I ask.
She nods. I lead her back inside and into my office where she resumes her position over near the wall.
I sit at my desk and watch her for a moment. “You’re dismissed,” I say. “Go home and think about what we just did.”
She hesitates. “Go home?”
“Yes, go home. Leave the office. Take the day off.” I grin at her. “Run a few miles.”
Her face brightens. “You owe me three hundred dollars, by the way.”
“Good. Don’t go easy on me.”
She hesitates. “Okay then, sir. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Good. I’ll be expecting you.”
She nods once, bites her lip, and leaves. I watch her go, annoyed with myself.
I couldn’t keep her here today. If I did, I’d do something bad. I just know I would. I’m not even sure I won’t do it tomorrow.
I want her. I want her so fucking badly. I can feel myself willing to open up to her, to tell her about myself in a way that I haven’t in years. It’s not just her body but the way she laughs, her bravery, her strength.
Fucking hell. I can’t lose control.