Vanilla On Top(39)

A bark of harsh laughter leaves me as a slim digit circles the wrinkled flesh, spreading her saliva around the opening. “Well, Tony? Do you want to feel my finger in your ass?”

“Yes.” The rush of pleasure from my strokes increases, and I slow my pumping, eager to follow her order to not come until she tells me.

“Fifty million.” She pokes in one finger, easing past the tight ring of muscle. Sensation explodes, rocketing to the base of my cock and up my shaft. The invasion feels intense, but not painful. I like it.

“I…uhhh…”

She withdraws her finger and the paddle slams down on my right cheek. My hips jerk forward, forcing my cock through my tight fist. “Damn…”

She leans over me, kisses near my ear, runs one hand in a circle over where she smacked and the other down my chest to my flat stomach. “You like it, Tony. I know you do.” Her hot little hand wraps around the head of my engorged flesh and circles it slowly. “I’m only looking out for the people I work with. I know you’re going to drive a hard bargain.”

She pumps the sensitive skin at the top, ignoring my whispered pleas to stop. “Fifty-one million.”

My eyes fly open and I stare down at the wood. My arms shake with the urge to come. I can’t hold on much longer.

“I…”

“Fifty-two million.”

“Jesus, you’re just going to keep going higher ‘til I agree, aren’t you?”

“Yup. That’s the way it works.” She removes her hands and smacks my ass again. “Let go of your cock.” The fire of sensation burning across my ass screams with intensity. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I do as she says.

With a calm clarity through the pain and pleasure, a realization comes to me. I can say no and she’d stop anytime I asked her to, that she’d never actually hurt me. The sudden epiphany reveals I’m the one truly in control, not her, which is not what I thought initially. The person who says no is in charge. The other person is trying to please them. When I agree, I give her temporary power over the moment.

“Okay.” I say before she can go higher. “Fifty-two million, it is.”

She places the ping-pong paddle on the table next to my hand and steps behind me. Cool lips kiss the enflamed flesh of my ass, sparking electric jolts through my privates.

The urge to wrap my fist around my shaft and pump is overwhelming. I want nothing more than to shoot long streams of come across the pristine wood surface of my desk, to hell with the consequences.

“You did very well, Tony.” Heather’s voice whispers across my sensitive skin. “Did you like it?”

A croak of laughter leaves me, my throat raw and rough. “I just cost the company seven million dollars, and I don’t really care. So, yeah, I’d say I liked it just fine.”

Gentle hands pull up my underwear carefully over my hips to cover my ass. The soft material feels rough against my burning skin. I’m not so sure I will be able to sit anytime soon. Heather’s cool hand cups my cock and a groan escapes me. Please, let her jerk me off.

She tucks my raging erection back inside my underwear. My breathing pants out in harsh gasps. I feel like I’ve run on the treadmill, my heart races so fast. She bends for my pants and I grab her hands. “Wait. You won’t let me finish?”

I turn to face her, surprised at the undeniable heat and arousal I see on her face as well. “No, Tony.” She shakes off my hands and retrieves my slacks. “That’s part of your punishment.” She smiles. “You have to wait to come.” She raises the material and cups my length through my open trousers. “Right after I’m done being mad should do it.”

My breath huffs out in a rush. I could easily give myself a release later if I need to, but I don’t mind waiting to see what she has in store either. I can do this. I can wait a few hours. “Are we still on for dinner?”

Her dark eyes flash with annoyance. “I need some time, Tony.”

“You promised me dinner.”

“That was before. You really put me on the spot and you weren’t truthful about who you are.”

My mouth hardens into a straight line. She’s running again. “Would it have mattered?”

“Which one, that you’re a rich playboy and I’m just another fuck, or that you’re basically ruining all the hard work I’ve put in since joining Parkerson?” Sadness draws her lush mouth into a frown. “Either way, my life won’t be the same after today.”

I gesture to my appearance, drawing her eye to my bare chest and tented pants. “And I’m any different?” I stalk toward her, backing her against the wall near the door. “My life hasn’t been the same since you walked into it last week.” I cup her breast and lean near her ear. “You’re all I want.” I place a soft kiss on her cheek. “All I think about. Every woman with long, dark hair is you. Every pair of sexy heels I see makes me think of you.” I thumb her aroused nipple, and my other hand reaches around to cup her hip and draw her pelvis against my hardness. “There are no other women…just you.”