Halloween Bites

The next thing I know, my back is on his desk and he is over me, taking control of the kiss. It’s hard and desperate. Maybe he’ll finally take me and slide inside me for the first time. I’ll beg. I don’t care anymore.

I push at his shoulder, making him pull back from the kiss and look into my eyes. “Sir, I need more. I want you inside me.”

“Not yet, kitten. But I’ll take the edge off for you until tonight.” With that, he slips down my body, and I drop my legs open, inviting him to take whatever he wants from me. It’s all his. He pushes my dress up, making it bunch around my stomach.

“You seem to be able to listen to one rule today,” he says, seeing my lack of underwear, “but don’t think I’ve forgotten about the others you’ve broken. We’ll get to that later.”

Before I can try to defend myself, his mouth is on me. I buck my hips in response. He grabs hold of them, his fingers digging into my skin as he pins them in place so I can no longer move. I’m helpless against the attack of his mouth on my clit.

My orgasm hits fast, making me scream out his name. Having been on edge since he placed me on his desk, I was ready for some kind of release. I try to jerk away, the sensations too much, but he keeps sucking and licking. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, another orgasm hits, shooting through my body all the way down to my toes. I try to curl them, but my heels prevent me from doing so.

“Sir, please stop, please!” I can’t take anymore, everything is so sensitive.

He pulls his mouth from me, a smirk on his face. “Disobey my rules again and I’ll eat you to four orgasms, one right after another.”

Dropping my legs down, I lie boneless on his desk. I don't think I could survive four orgasms like that.

“Do you know how many times I imagined you like this in here? How hard it was to have you working for me, so close to me, but so far away at the same time?” He voice sounds pained again, and it breaks my heart.

“I’m here, I’m yours.”

Pulling me to a sitting position, he runs his finger along the beautiful collar around my neck. “Yes you are, and so utterly perfect.”

“Am I now?” I tease playfully. He makes me feel so beautiful and sexy, which I never would’ve thought of myself as before. But with him it's like I'm the most perfect thing ever.

“Yes, your neck.” He places a soft kiss there.

“Your ears.” He grabs onto my earlobe with his teeth, giving it a little pull.

“Your nose,” he adds, kissing the tip of it.

“Your eyes.” I close them as he places a kiss on each eyelid.

“Your sassy mouth.” He places a soft kiss there too.

“I could do this all day,” I giggle in response.

I hear the sound of a cell phone. “You better get that,” I say, placing another kiss on his mouth.

“Fuck ’em,” he mutters before kissing me again.

“It’s probably Cupid. I kinda gave him the slip.” I try to say it in an innocent voice, like I didn't really mean to escape.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the phone. “I got her,” he says when he answers.

After a second, he speaks again. “No. Hang on. Kitten, would you like something to eat?”

It wasn't long ago he fed me breakfast, but the idea of him feeding me again has me ordering lunch.

“Cream barley? Maybe a bottle of champagne?”

He repeats the order to Cupid, and then drops his phone down on the desk with a clink.

“You’ll crack it,” I warn, snatching it up to see if he did. When I touch the screen, my face shows up as the screensaver. It looks like a picture of me from last night. I’m wearing the collar, my hair is spread out against the red sheets, his thumb is to my lips, as if he’s feeling the softness of them.

“You put a picture of me on your phone?”

“Never far from me.”

He picks me up and carries me over to the sofa, sitting me in his lap.

“How come when I worked here you treated me like I was dumb?” I find myself asking him.

“You thought I thought you were dumb?” he asks, sounding appalled at my question.

“You gave me the stupidest stuff to do and hovered over me! What was I supposed to think?”

“That if I gave you bigger projects you’d be away from me more—out in the casino, out of my reach. I wanted you close to me. I spent more time coming up with things for you to do around here,” he motions around in a circle, indicating his office, “than I did actual work.”