“Please, may I come, Master?”
“No.”
“Please, Master. Please. Please. I need to come.” She took several deep breaths in the hope that would help her endure. “Please, Master.”
“Recite the rules.”
“One—I must call you Master. Two—I cannot leave early or else I have to give you the Kirkland file. Three—I don’t come without your permission.” She trailed off on a shuddering breath. “Please, Master, may I come?”
“Rule four. Say it.”
“Four—My safe word is Kirkland.”
“What was rule three again?”
“I can’t come without your permission.”
“Do you have my permission?”
“No, Master. Please may I have it?” She bounced in place and whined. “Please, Master. Please.”
Joel didn’t speak. He was either going to give her permission or not. Either way she was coming soon. She would deal with the consequences later.
Just as she was about to let the orgasm have her, Joel said, “Come.”
That single word snapped the thin thread of control she had. Sarah rocked her hips and rumbled her delight as she enjoyed her climax. Joel stopped spanking her but he continued moving his fingers, lengthening the orgasm so Sarah whimpered at the prolonged bliss.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Master. Thank you.”
Joel stepped back from her. The rasp of his zipper brought Sarah’s hazy, lust-covered attention to him. She looked back at him, and the sight of his tall erection excited her anew. Fingers and toys were nice but she wanted to feel his hard member. She licked her lips and wagged her ass.
“On your knees. I have something for you to polish,” Joel commanded.
Sarah turned to face him completely and went to her knees with her mouth open. When Joel placed his crown on her tongue, she closed her lips around it and savored the creamy dot of precum that coated the tip.
He was hard and pulsing and she loved the feel of his supple skin sliding over her tongue as she bobbed her head. She could only take his crown and a small amount of his shaft. Deep throating wasn’t a talent she had ever honed or wanted to, but Joel didn’t appear to mind.
He sucked his breath between his teeth and let out hard sighs of satisfaction. Pulling back so she could roll her tongue around his tip, she looked up to see him smiling. He smoothed his hand over the top of her head. “Good girl. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you just like this.”
No she didn’t. She was curious because she’d always thought Joel saw her as the enemy. They shared cool cordiality at work and never spoke to each other more than necessary. Making the bet that had landed her on her knees in front of him now was the longest conversation they had had up until that point. If anyone had asked, she would’ve said Joel hated her.
She saw no hate in him now. His dark brown eyes appeared almost black with the lust shining in them. He rocked in time with her movements, thrusting softly into her mouth and challenging her to take him deeper. She wanted to feel him spreading her, changing her shape to make room for him.
When Sarah backed up to catch her breath, Joel cupped the back of her head and urged her forward while lifting his dick out of the way with his free hand. He guided her to his balls. Sarah inhaled his musk scent as she licked one then the other before sucking at his sac.
“Mmmm. That’s a good first coat.” Joel backed up a step. He stroked his shaft while grinning at her. “Let’s really make it shine. On your back.”
Sarah shifted her ass to floor and then reclined to her elbows with her thighs spread. She purred and opened her legs wider when Joel knelt between them.
He gripped her waist and pulled her close before looping her right leg over his shoulder and leaning into her. He rubbed his tip over her pussy on the way to her entrance, pulling a wanting sigh from her and a hungry rumble from him.
With a buck of his hips, he planted himself inside her. Sarah cooed with her head thrown back and then moaned lustily as each thrust buried him deeper until he couldn’t go any further.
Trapped in his intent gaze, Sarah was helpless to do anything except feel him. His short, quick internal caressing was everything she wanted and everything she’d thought it would be. When he pulled back to the point where his crown stretched her entrance and then drove forward, she changed her mind. This was what she wanted—long and deep—feeling every inch of him sliding along her wet channel until he bumped her core.
She clawed at the plush carpeting in desperate need of a handhold. As if sensing her desire, Joel threaded his fingers with hers and leaned into her. Though it wasn’t possible, the change in position seemed to allow him more access. He rubbed against a part of intimate flesh that he hadn’t been touching before. That part sent wondrous tingles of pleasure through Sarah’s body.