“Don’t?” His brows drew together in irritation, and she immediately knew she’d made a mistake. “Don’t dare use that word with me again. For the next ten days, I own you, and I make the rules here. Understand?”
“Yes, sir. I’m very sorry, sir.” Being berated by this beautiful, powerful man made her feel even more sexually alive, were that possible.
“Now place your hands behind you, flat on my desk.”
“Yes, right away, sir.” She immediately complied with his stridently delivered command, her heart beating with an intensity she’d never experienced before. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that.” Mac then yanked her right leg from the floor, just as he had with the left, causing her balance to become compromised. With the slightest nudge of his head against her stomach, the laws of physics took over, and she fell helplessly backward onto his opulent mahogany desk.
With a minor adjustment from her boss, both legs now hung submissively over his shoulders, and he immediately went back to eating her pussy with a fervor that excited and delighted her. Mac Buchanan was clearly a man who adored female genitalia.
Using the fingers of both hands, he spread her pussy lips wide. This time he dipped his tongue deep inside, teasing, probing, and exploring the soft feminine flesh he found there. Every few seconds, he’d exquisitely circle her swollen nub again, with a delicacy that surprised her. Goddamn it. His total control of her body and mind shouldn’t feel so fucking good. After all, she was being used as his own personal sex slave. This whole tawdry episode should disgust her, so much so that her pussy should be bone dry. Only, only it wasn’t. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Her feminine lubrication flowed freely, and she enjoyed every second of the pleasure he gave her.
Getting inexorably closer to orgasm, she covered her mouth with her hand as he continued to adore her clit with his tongue. Occasionally, his large, powerful hands would reach underneath and squeeze her bare ass cheeks, to the point where the distinction between pleasure and pain became fuzzy. Dear, God, this guy was good at his art, a master at his craft, because she wanted to start moaning out loud. Only the unwelcome thought that Marcy probably had her ear glued to the other side of the office door stopped her, making her resist, at least for now.
Surprisingly gentle fingers ran the length of her butt crack before pausing at her puckered hole, tenderly circling and caressing the rim, before suddenly asserting their authority by pushing inside—deep inside.
Her ass had always been exceptionally sensitive, and with the right man, she’d never been adverse to intimate contact there. As he teased her anal entrance, this time, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning out loud. “Oh, God.” Let Marcy hear. Let the whole fucking world hear. What the hell did she care? Ten days from now, she wouldn’t see his secretary again anyway, because her job as financial controller would be gone.
And so would Mac Buchanan.
“Oh, God, Mac.”
The combination of his tongue swirling around her engorged clit and his finger, or could that be fingers, probing deep inside her ass meant she was close, achingly close to orgasm.
“Don’t stop.
“Please don’t stop.” She was well aware that her words were breathy and pleading in their nature, but she didn’t care. She wanted that ultimate release which lay tantalizingly just out of reach.
Right on the edge, she found herself begging again. “Please. Please.” Well aware that Mac Buchanan was a guy who thrived on unconditional surrender, especially from the opposite sex, she knew she bolstered his already mighty ego.
“Please.” Balanced precariously yet deliciously on the tipping point, that sensuous twilight zone which was wonderful in its own right, she could almost taste the perfect climax that continued to elude her. Then, from out of nowhere, Kendall felt the pressure on her clit suddenly cease, stopping the pre-orgasmic sensations dead in their tracks. Mac was in total control, and he wouldn’t allow her the ultimate release she craved so much.
Bastard. You bastard. You did that deliberately.
When he stared up into her eyes, a mischievous smile to his face, she saw her own feminine arousal glistening around his mouth and chin. Christ, she really was wet.
“Answer me this. Do you really deserve to be rewarded with the best orgasm you’ve ever had, after stealing a million bucks from me?”
“No. Of course not.” But whatever the rights and wrongs of it, it still didn’t stop her yearning for the forbidden.
“Then that’s something we agree on, honey. Mind you…” She watched him nonchalantly wipe her juices from his face. “If I deny you your pleasure, then I deny myself pleasure. So…maybe, just maybe.”