Beloved Pet

She was just close enough to touch. I reached out and brushed my fingers against her cheek, whisper-soft, and her eyelids fluttered.

“I know you want me. You can lie to me with your mouth,” I said. “Your beautiful, sinful mouth.”

My fingers drifted down her chest, stopping where the fabric of her blouse rasped against her painfully stiff nipples.

“But these…”

My hand drifted lower, under her torn skirt, pressing between her legs, to the burning heat.

My fingers slipped inside her pussy, so easily.

It was so wet and warm and tight.

I felt her pulse and quiver around me.

“And this… they don’t lie.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she gasped.

I pulled away abruptly, reaching behind her and yanking the jacket loose. She stood still, breathing heavily, watching me with hooded eyes. She said nothing as I sat down in my armchair, legs wide, making no effort to hide my arousal. I was so hard for her that it was obvious from a mile away.

“Strip,” I said. “Slowly.”

The flames rose up in her eyes again, her fingers slipping and fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

Outside, somewhere far away, a car alarm whined incessantly, a vague reminder that there was a real world still outside the walls of this room. A world where we were enemies. A world where there would be consequences.

But not right now.

Chapter 8

William

Jocelyn threw her blouse in a heap on the floor, her nostrils flaring. The skirt came next, then the shreds of her pantyhose, and then her bra, which she tossed at my head. It landed harmlessly, draped across my shoulder, and I just smirked at her.

“Are you happy now?” she demanded.

I let my eyes rove across her body, all the gentle dips and curves that had been hidden under her professional looking clothes. She was shaved smooth, every part of her body, but it did nothing to tame her wildness.

Yes, I was very happy now, indeed.

She was staring at me like she wanted to rip me to pieces.

“Touch yourself,” I told her, gripping the arm of the chair to keep myself from following suit. “Play with your tight little pussy for me.”

She did, her eyes closing softly, and her mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“Taste it,” I whispered, and she raised her fingers to her mouth, licking, sucking, savoring.

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I needed her as much as I felt she needed me.

“Come here.” I crooked a finger, and she opened her eyes, slowly. The few steps to close the distance between us seemed to take a thousand years.

“Turn around,” I instructed her. “Bend over.”

She swallowed.

“Why?” she asked, her voice husky.

“I want to see you,” I said, roughly. “Plus, you have to do what I say if you want to prove to me that you want this. Just as I’ve already said. Now, spread yourself open for me.”

Her composure faltered.

“I, um, I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t need one,” I said. “I want to see you. That’s all.”

This time, there was absolutely nothing put-on about her anger. Her face transformed, every part of her body going taut.

“Are you crazy?” she almost shouted. “After all this…”

“What?” I cut in, unzipping. “Foreplay? Use your head, Jocelyn. I’m the boss. You’re the intern. We can’t have sex. That would be wrong.”

I took out my stiff cock and stroked it, viciously, feeling the precum leak over my fingers.

“You fucking asshole,” she snarled.

I loved that she wanted me so badly. That she was frustrated that I was only teasing her with foreplay instead of fucking her silly.

I sighed, shifting in my seat.

“Just do what I asked, my pet. I promise there’ll be something in it for you.”

With jerky movements, she knelt down on the floor, bending forward and exposing herself to me. A sharp jolt of arousal went through me, and I almost lost control. I loved seeing her aching, vulnerable pussy spread wide for me.

Taking a deep breath, I squeezed my hard dick tightly until the feeling passed.

“Good girl,” I said. “That’s my good pet. You may touch yourself now, until you come.”

Almost before I’d finished the order, her fingers were flying, making a soft wet sound against her aching flesh. I watched her fingers circle over her clit, rubbing it and playing with it, while she moaned some.

I groaned, my leg muscles tightening, toes clenching in my shoes. A gush of fluid shot out of her sweet little pussy, coating her fingers and dripping down her arm, and then another followed it. A moment later, she pitched forward, moaning my name.

Suddenly, I was cumming too, from jerking myself off while watching her play with that pussy of hers that I wanted so badly, stars exploded behind my tightly-closed eyelids. The pleasure slammed into me like a punch to the gut, in the best possible way. I was left breathless and weak, momentarily forgetting where I was. Who I was with.