“You sound beautiful when you beg.” He smiled, a small thing, but oh, so warm. “Do it again.”
“Please,” she moaned. “Oh my god, please, please, I want…”
“This?” Kaiser rubbed her faster with the swell of his flesh and she gasped and arched.
“Yes! Yes!”
“This?” He slid his cock in deep in one swift motion and she thought she would die. She couldn't possibly endure another moment of this. Her whole body trembled with feeling, slick and flushed with a fine sheen of sweat, the blotter beneath her completely ruined and she knew she would pay for that too, and just the anticipation of that nearly sent her flying over the top.
“Rub my pussy, Heidi,” he whispered, his gaze lovingly caressing her there and her fingers following. “Rub it until you come.”
She groaned, blissfully doing just exactly as she was told as his cock moved almost imperceptibly in the tight, wet crevasse of her flesh. He watched her, his eyes growing greedy with desire.
“Oh Kaiser, I’m—” she gasped, so close, so very close, and she didn’t know how she managed, but she did manage, when his whispered words directed her to stop.
“I’ll tell you when,” he murmured, using his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, giving him a clear view of his cock disappearing into the swollen pink of her flesh. Her finger continued to make an easy, delicious circle around her clit. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her whole body flushed at his praise.
“When I come all over your pussy,” he directed, thrusting in, settling her into the saddle of his hips for a moment with a gratifying grimace, “I want you to come. Do you understand?”
Heidi nodded, breathing hard, anticipating her delectable reward as Kaiser pulled himself out of the hot, moist recess of her body and stroked his length against her flesh. She watched him, her finger just trembling over her clit, fighting her own orgasm as she watched his overtake him, his cock jerking in his hand, his face a scowl of pleasure as the first blast of his cum bathed her clit with perfect aim.
“Ohhhh!” she cried in surprise and delight as he jettisoned another hot fountain of white hot cum against her pussy, this time missing her throbbing clit but finding the top of her cleft and her eager fingers. Heidi shuddered as she felt his seed burning its way down her slit and she didn’t even have to touch herself to bring her climax to the surface.
“Come for me,” he moaned.
His permission was enough, and she came hard, her belly clenching, her pussy tightening again and again, mourning the absence of his cock even in the midst of its ecstatic contractions, as if each spasm could draw him in, convince him to stay.
He collapsed against her for a blissful moment, breathing hard, his face buried in the crook of her neck. She even dared to kiss the top of his salt and pepper head, trying to keep him there, thighs trembling, without letting on that she was holding him at all.
Then he stood, taking a deep breath, pulling up his trousers, tucking, arranging. “Clean up and go out to lunch with your friend,” he directed, walking toward the window and pulling the curtain aside to gaze out.
She sat up on her elbows, dazed, blinking at him. “But—”
“Go.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, his eyes softening at the sight of her still sprawled out over the surface of his desk. “I trust you, Heidi. You know the rules. I didn’t say you couldn’t have friends. I said you couldn’t fuck them.”
“Yes, sir.” She slid off the desk, straightening her skirt, smoothing her hair.
“Unless I say you can.” His smile tightened as he looked back out the window, his motion a dismissal. She was almost out the door when he said, “Wear the backless Valentino for Carvel tonight. The black one. I have Doreen coming to your apartment to do your hair and makeup at five.”
“Thank you, sir.”
She wanted to go and put her arms around him, but she didn’t. Instead, she did as she was told, cleaning up in the bathroom and then taking the elevator down, calling Lenny on the way and telling him that yes, a hot dog and a walk in Central Park was the perfect way to spend her now-late lunch, and no, nothing was wrong, why did he ask?
“You really don’t want to come up…do you?” Heidi tried to dissuade Carvel, even though she hadn’t discovered a thing of interest over dinner and the night was about to come to an end. How much humiliation was she willing to take? Could she really go to Kaiser in the morning with nothing? But now after the ride in the limo and a dinner, ironically, at Atelier’s, the thought of Carvel seeing her little apartment was just too shameful to imagine.