Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 1(146)
Mr. Collins’s matter-of-fact way of dealing with it gave Natasha a boost of courage. “I guess you’re right.”
Mr. Collins rubbed away the remnants of her lipstick, cutting Natasha’s levity short. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She cleared her throat and repeated it. “Yes, I do, Mr. Collins.”
“Then know I treasure you, Natasha. I won’t do anything you can’t truly handle. You have my word.”
If there were ever a time to back out now would be it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good because I’ve craved you for so long, pet,” Mr. Collins admitted between long, drugging kisses. “Too long. Now to finally have you—it drives me mad. I want to make you cry, scream, and beg for me. I’m a right bastard when it comes to you, aren’t I?”
“No, Sir. I want you, Sir. Can you please, please untie me, Sir?”
“No.” He nuzzled her ear before biting down. “You haven’t earned the right to touch me yet, pet, especially after tonight’s bad behavior.” Mr. Collins unbuttoned his pants. “But because overall you’ve been such a good girl you have earned the right to this.”
His cock sprang out between them; large and thick enough to make her wonder if she’d be able to take all of him.
Natasha automatically leaned down, mouth watering to taste him, before she popped back up.
Did I earn another punishment? Dear God, I hope not. My ass couldn’t take it. I’m probably not going to be able to sit down for days as it is.
“Such a fast learner. Very good, pet. Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, Sir!” She answered, in love with his praise and immensely grateful to have not deserved another brutal spanking.
“Tell me what you want to do with it. Explicit details if you please.”
Natasha made sure to look him in the eye despite her natural burst of embarrassment. “I want to suck on it. I want to feel you in my mouth and see how far down my throat you go. I want to make you moan.”
Mr. Collins’s cheeks hollowed. Lust made his lids drop low over his eyes. “Then by all means have at it.”
Natasha slid off his lap and carefully lowered herself to her knees. She bent her head over him and mimicked his early treatment of her by giving Mr. Collins’s a nice, long lick. She smiled at his groan. Delicately, Natasha lashed his hard shaft with her tongue.
“Tease.”
It sounded more like a curse than an accusation.
Husky laughter spilled from her throat. Natasha leaned far over him, trying to suck the broad head but finding it awkward and difficult to do without the use of her hands. Her frustrated gaze shot up only to connect with his amused stare.
“Having trouble there, pet? Would you like some help?” Mr. Collins gripped the base of his cock and angled it towards her. “There now. Swallow me like a good girl, Natasha.”
Her thighs clenched, greedily trying to make the heat between them hotter. Keeping her eyes locked on his, Natasha parted her lips and took him inside. Mr. Collins filled her up, stretching her until Natasha’s mouth made a perfect “O.”
Mr. Collins shifted in his chair. His fist slid up, bumping Natasha’s chin, before sliding back down.
She was in bliss.
He sighed her name.
She worshipped him.
He cupped her chin.
She swallowed more of him.
Mr. Collins thrust his hips, coaxing Natasha to relax her throat even as she struggled not to gag.
He makes me so fucking hot for him!
Natasha finally pulled away and dropped an open-mouthed kiss to the thick base. Finding her way up to her feet, she swayed and waited for his instruction.
“Sit down on the desk, pet, and open up your legs as wide as you can.”
Natasha stepped backwards until her thighs hit the smooth edge. She arranged herself as ordered even though her backside stung.
“So pretty. I love the way you look right now—helpless, wanting.” He approached Natasha and stood between her legs. “Beg me, pet. Beg me to make it better.”
So she did.
“Sir, oh please, please, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please do it.”
“Do what?” Mr. Collins ripped her panties with one sharp, painful tug.
Natasha arched forward in shock. She pressed kisses to his neck. “Please make love to me.”
“Make love to you?” He ran his hands along her thighs up to her shoulders. “That’s not for us, pet.”
“What?” Her eyes filled with tears and shame shred her to ribbons. Natasha averted her gaze, suddenly loathing Mr. Collins with the same intensity she felt at the beginning of their working relationship.
“What, Sir?” he stressed, black eyes gone cold.