Chapter Seventeen
June
God, what a horrible dream, I thought. I can’t believe I thought I was kidnapped! I mean, it was a terrible night, but wow.
“Hey,” a familiar voice said. “You up?”
My head was aching and there was something making a lot of noise in the background – whining, whirring noise, like the kind of thing you’d hear on a construction site. As I struggled to open my eyes, I realized that I couldn’t move. Suddenly, my heart began to pound and a cold sweat broke out all over my body. Oh, crap, I thought. Someone really DID kidnap me!
As I opened my eyes, the memory of the previous night came rushing back. The two men in the car, who had grabbed me and given me something to make me pass out. What had they done? And where were they now?
“She’s awake,” Hannah’s voice said quietly. “You really knocked her out!”
“The bitch wouldn’t stop moving,” Andy replied. “I didn’t want to hit her, but she didn’t really give me a choice.” I winced – he didn’t sound like he was sorry at all.
“Well, what are we gonna do now?”
“This is the fun part,” Andy said.
My mouth felt like it was full of cotton and I felt dizzy. Even after I opened my eyes and tried to adjust to the semi-darkness, I still felt like I was spinning around in crazy circles. My head ached and my wrists were bound so tightly that my fingers and hands were numb. I was sitting on a hard wooden chair. My ankles were bound to the chair legs, and my hands were tied snugly behind me with what felt like zip ties.
“Andy?” I whimpered. “What are you doing? Please let me go,” I said softly. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, but please, just let me go and I won’t tell anyone.”
Hannah burst out laughing. She walked closer and my heart sank when I realized that she was made up to look fancy, like she was going out for a night on the town.
“You were out for a few hours,” Hannah said softly. She licked her lips. “I was starting to think that you wouldn’t wake up.”
“My head is killing me,” I mumbled. My heart was thudding slowly in my chest. “Can I have some water?”
“Can I have some water?” Hannah simpered, mimicking my tired, grumpy voice. “Andy, she thinks we’re actually going to help her,” she said. “Isn’t that sweet?”
Andy chuckled. “It’s something, all right,” he said. He stepped forward and I saw that he was sneering. “June, shut up,” he added.
I closed my eyes. The pain in my head was so bad that even closing my eyes didn’t help. My world was a vibrating void of red and black pain, so sharp that I felt like I was going to throw up. Moving hurt. Breathing hurt. Everything on my body hurt – even my hair hurt.
“She woke up too soon,” Andy grumbled. “How much of that shit did have those guys give her, anyway?”
Hannah smirked. “I wasn’t counting,” she said. “I just splashed it on a rag and handed off the bottle.” She shrugged. “I think they were probably a little rough.” She laughed – it was a musical sound, like the tinkling of bells. “I mean, they were hired bodyguards.”
“What?” My voice came out as weak and unsteady as a newborn kitten. “What are you talking about?”
Hannah stepped closer and grinned. “Well, June, I couldn’t exactly grab you myself.” She made a little pouty face. “I’m not very strong, I certainly couldn’t have wrangled a big girl like you down to the pavement alone.”
My eyes stung with tears. “You…you paid someone to kidnap me?”
Hannah ignored me. She turned to Andy, looking annoyed. “She’s stupid,” Hannah said. “I can’t figure out why you like her so much.”
Andy chuckled. “Thanks for getting her,” he said. “Now I just have to wait for that shit to wear off and we can start to play.”
Panic cut through me like a knife through tender meat. I let out a scream. Screaming made my head ache even more than it was already hurting, and I whimpered and whined, closing my eyes as a torrential downpour of red-hot pain washed over me.
“Shut up, June,” Andy said in disgust. “We weren’t talking to you.”
I opened my eyes and tried to stare at him. He was moving around, swaying. That was when I realized that Andy wasn’t moving at all – somehow the drugs were making me think that there was more than one of him.
“You’re gonna be fine, June,” Andy said. “Trust me. I’m used to dealing with little bitches like you.”
I swallowed. My throat ached, too. There was a raw pain between my legs that was telling me that I had to pee, and I shifted uncomfortably on the chair.
“Can I use the bathroom, please?”
Hannah snickered. “Can you walk there?”
I stared at her. “What?”
“Bitch, I asked if you could fucking walk!” Hannah came closer. She shook her head and glared down at me. “You really are stupid,” she said. “I can’t believe Thomas fell for someone like you.” She tossed her blonde hair. “Normally he only goes for smart women.” She paused, laughing. “Although normally, smart women don’t care too much about Thomas. Most girls only like him because he’s so hot.”
Andy laughed. “Yeah, I know.” He eyed Hannah. “You girls are a bunch of right cunts when it comes down to it, aren’t you?”
She snickered. “We can be,” Hannah said. She cocked her head to the side. “What do you think we should do with her first?”
I watched in horror as they studied each other. I still wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing tied up in Hannah’s apartment. Did they want me as some kind of prop for some sick sex game? Or did Hannah have darker plans, plans with Thomas? I shuddered. I should’ve known better than to trust her, but I couldn’t help it. My naivete and trusting personality had gotten me into trouble before.
Unfortunately, this time it didn’t seem like I’d be able to get myself out of trouble.
“June’s a little slut,” Hannah said. She stamped her foot on the ground in anger, her blonde hair swinging. “I can’t believe Thomas actually wanted her instead of me!”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that now,” Andy replied. “June’s not going to be the apple of any man’s eye for a long time. Except mine, of course.”
My stomach twisted into a thousand knots at the sound of sick satisfaction in Andy’s voice.
“Please,” I whimpered. “What are you going to do with me? Why are you doing this?”
“You’re an ungrateful little slut,” Andy said. He stepped closer, until I could feel his hot breath on my face. “You know that? I wanted to date you, June. I really liked you – I thought you were cool.”
I whimpered. “Andy, please don’t do this,” I said softly. “It’s not my fault that we didn’t work out.” I blushed hotly. My sinuses were still filled with snot from my earlier crying jag and even though I couldn’t reach to touch my face, I somehow knew that my skin was red and sticky.
“Oh yeah?” Andy raised his eyebrow. “Then what was it, June?”
Andy and Hannah threw their heads back and laughed.
“It’s because you’re not rich, Andy,” Hannah said, pretending to pout. “June here only likes wealthy men. Isn’t that right, June?”
Andy frowned. “Yeah, god knows I probably don’t make much more than she does,” he said. Then he shrugged. “At least, I did.” Andy grinned at me and my stomach curdled. “Now I guess it doesn’t really matter who makes the bucks, does it, June?”
Andy looked wounded. For a moment, I thought he was going to cry. Then his lips curled up at the corners into a cruel smile and he threw his head back, laughing loudly.
“You’re an idiot,” Andy said. “And if you keep making so much noise…” He trailed off, grinning nastily. “We’re just gonna have to give you some more of that wine you like so much. In fact, Hannah?”
Hannah stepped forward. She was holding a plastic tumbler in her hands and she grinned as she pushed it towards my face. The smell of wine was enough to make me gag, but Hannah didn’t take it away.
“Please,” I moaned softly. “Please don’t make me drink any more. I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”
“That is a side effect of being a drunken slut,” Hannah said softly. Her eyes twinkled demonically as she pushed the cup towards my lip. I smelled the sickly sweet wine and gagged, pulling my head back and staring at the ceiling as the bile rose in my throat.
“Drink some, June,” Andy ordered. He grinned. “It’s gonna keep you quiet,” he added. “And god knows we need a little quiet around here. Hannah and I have to finish planning.”
“Shit,” Hannah mumbled. “This fucking sucks, Andy.” I thought she was going to put the cup down but in a flash, her free hand was pinching my nose. My lungs burned but I struggled and twisted against her grip. Hannah was stronger, and finally I opened my mouth, sucking in air. As quickly as lightning, Hannah tipped the cup down my throat, sending even more of the drugged wine into my stomach. Tears dripped down my cheeks as the wine burned in my throat.
“That should shut her up,” Andy muttered. “So, is he coming over here?”
“I haven’t called him yet,” Hannah said delicately. “But you fucked everything up! She was with Thomas tonight, and she stormed out!” Hannah laughed. “I bet he’s so upset now that we have his little pet.” Hannah rolled her eyes.
“He seems like an emotional little prick,” Andy said. “Is that true?”
Hannah licked her lips and walked closer. “Oh, yeah,” she said. She glared at me. “He cried every night when Marlene first left. He cried. On my shoulder,” she added. “And I don’t know why, but then he decided to fall for this stupid little cunt instead of me.”
My head was swimming. I felt myself fading in and out of consciousness, like someone was lowering a dark blanket over my face until I couldn’t see. Hannah’s voice buzzed in my ears like a gnat, and I moaned softly as Andy stepped closer.
“Hey, June, give me a kiss,” Andy said. He puckered his lips and leaned down, pressing them to my cheek. I groaned. As Andy moved closer to my mouth, I spat in his face. Outraged, he slapped my cheek hard.
“She’s feisty,” Hannah said. She smirked. “You sure you can handle her, boss?”
“Oh, yeah,” Andy said. He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. “I can handle her,” he said. He turned away from Hannah and faced me, squatting down until we were at eye-level. “I know everything about your little boyfriend,” Andy said. “Hannah told me everything.”
My head was swimming and I was still reeling from the pain of Andy’s slap, but my confusion went deeper than that.
“I don’t understand,” I mumbled. “What’s going on?”
Andy grinned. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said. “Hannah here did her job well. She handed you over to me with no questions asked. Unlike you,” Andy added, cocking his head to the side and looking down at me. “You can’t do anything well, June.” He grinned. “But I bet I can teach you.”
I let out a loud scream as Andy began to advance on me.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Andy paused, mere inches from where I sat tethered to the chair.
“What the fuck was that?” Andy cocked his head to the side and turned to Hannah. The satisfied, smug look had vanished from her face. Now she looked pale and frightened.
“I don’t know,” Hannah said. She bit her lip. “Just get it over with,” she added, gesturing to me.
My heart skipped a nervous beat and fresh tears welled up in my eyes. The combination of the drugs and the alcohol was making me feel like I wouldn’t be able to stay conscious for much longer, but sheer panic and terror were the only things keeping me away.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
“Someone’s coming,” Andy said nervously. His forehead glistened with a fine layer of sweat and he bit his lip until blood trickled down his chin.
“Well, I don’t give a shit,” Hannah snarled. “After all, this isn’t my apartment!”
A loud thudding on the door made Andy jump.
“Fuck,” Andy muttered under his breath. His glance darted nervously around the room. “Hide her,” he snapped, pointing to me.
Hannah rolled her eyes. “She’s too heavy,” she said. “I wouldn’t be able to carry her and the chair by myself!”
“Open the goddamned door!”
The sound of Thomas’s voice filled me with hope. Oh my god, I thought. Somehow, he found me. He’s coming here to save me! I’m going to be fine!
“No,” Andy said nervously. He leaned against the door, his thin frame straining to keep it closed as Thomas beat on the other side.
“Move,” Hannah snapped. She walked over to me and snapped my fingers.
“I can’t,” I whispered hoarsely. My throat was still burning from the wine.
Hannah glared at me, as if she’d somehow forgotten that I was trussed to the chair.
“Open the fucking door!” Thomas screamed.
Andy had his back to the door. His feet were sliding along the floor as he desperately attempted to keep it bolted and shut. But his weak muscles were no match for Thomas’s strong body, and the door popped open. Thomas burst inside. His silvery hair was a wild mess of tangles and his face was bright red with anger.
“Thomas!” I screamed. “Help me, they’ve got me tied!”
Thomas pulled a gun from his waistband and pointed it at Andy. “Untie her,” he said in a low voice.
Andy began to move and Thomas pushed the gun closer. “I wasn’t talking to you, fuckface,” Thomas growled to Andy. “I was talking to Hannah.”
Hannah sniffed. “I don’t know why you’re angry at me,” she said. “I didn’t have anything to do with this.”
“I’m not taking the gun away from this fuck,” Thomas growled. “But Hannah, I swear to god. If you don’t move and untie June right now, it’ll be the last thing you never do.”
Hannah’s face paled and finally she stepped towards me with a pair of scissors. Hannah twisted the chair around and squatted behind me, slicing the plastic ties from my wrists. I yelped in pain as the scissors grazed my delicate wrists, but I knew deep down that it was nothing compared to the pain I would have endured if Thomas hadn’t shown up to save me.
“Fucking cunt,” Hannah snarled. She untied my ankles and I sagged, sliding off the pain and colliding painfully hard with the wooden floor.
“June, get behind me,” Thomas ordered.
Whimpering in pain, I crawled across the floor and flung myself in a corner of the room.
“You ruin everything,” Andy hissed to Thomas. “It’s not fucking fair. I had her first!”
Thomas narrowed his eyes and laughed dryly. “No, you didn’t,” he said. “You don’t know the first thing about June.”
“I’ve had a crush on her for a year!” Andy roared. “And just as she was starting to show some interest, you had to show up and ruin everything, you fucking bastard!”
Thomas shook his head and snorted. “You really are pathetic,” he said. “It’s pretty fucking sad how you went apeshit because June here didn’t want anything to do with you.” He pushed the barrel of the gun against Andy’s chest.
Andy let out a yelp of fear. “Don’t hurt me,” he said. “I didn’t do anything to her, I swear!”
Without turning away from Andy, Thomas asked: “June, is that true?”
Hannah glared at me but I licked my lips and spoke anyway. “No,” I said in a soft, shaky voice. “Andy and Hannah paid two men to kidnap me off the street and drug me. When I woke up, I was here, tied to the chair.”
“Oh, you sorry bastard,” Thomas said. “You’re so pathetic you had to hire someone to kidnap June?”
Andy nodded and stammered. “I…I couldn’t do it myself,” he said.
Thomas shook his head and laughed dryly. “You’re a sick fuck, and you’re going away for a long time,” he said. He jerked his head to the side. “Go sit,” he told Andy. “I need to keep my eye on you while I deal with Hannah.”
Andy gulped. After a few moments and another prod from Thomas’s gun, he walked slowly across the room and sat down in the chair.
“Hannah,” Thomas said coldly.
“What?” Hannah batted her lashes. I felt sick to my stomach as she walked over to Thomas and stroked her hand down the center of his chest.
“Why the fuck would you do something like this,” Thomas growled.
“For you, baby,” Hannah said. She licked her lips. “I thought that as soon as June was out of the picture, I could have you once and for all.”
“So you could destroy my company?”
“What?” Hannah narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Cut the innocent bullshit,” Thomas said. “I know what you’ve been doing.”
“Thomas, I’d never—“
“Shut up, Hannah,” Thomas said. “Or should I say, Megan?”
Hannah looked startled. For once, she opened and closed her lips with nothing to say.
Just as Thomas was about to speak again, uniformed men darted into the room.
“New York City Police!” One of them shouted. “Everybody freeze!”
I couldn’t take it any longer. I passed out.
Chapter Eighteen
Thomas
After the cops showed up, it was all a blur. June was taken to a nearby hospital where she was checked for injuries…thankfully, it turned out to be nothing more serious than a few bruises and lacerations. Hannah had given her wine laced with a power sedative, but June was able to sleep it off.
Hannah and Andy were both apprehended by the police and taken downtown, where they were thrown in jail. Despite feeling exhausted, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So I went to a bar downtown and drank most of the night, then slept it off. Now I was on my way to pick up June from the hospital and take her home.
I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually nervous at the thought of seeing June again. Obviously, I had some major explaining – and apologizing – to do. I swallowed a lump in my throat and pulled up to the hospital carport.
June was waiting outside with a nurse. She looked pale and tired, but otherwise just as beautiful as ever. She was still wearing her dress from the night before. As she climbed into the passenger seat of my car, I noticed she was avoiding my gaze.
After a few torturous moments of silence, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“June, please, talk to me.” I said as I pulled away from the hospital.
June’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?” I narrowed my eyes and reached a hand into her lap. June stiffened at my touch.
“You hate me now,” June said flatly. “And I don’t know what I did, but I’m really sorry, Thomas.”
I sighed heavily. “I don’t hate you at all,” I said. “I…I love you, June.”
That got her attention. June’s head snapped up. She pushed her black hair over one shoulder.
“What?”
“I said, I love you,” I repeated. “I really do, June. I love you so much.”
A tear rolled down June’s cheek. “Then…why did you act like that last night?” She asked softly. “Why did you treat me like that, Thomas?”
I sighed. “There won’t be an excuse good enough to justify how horribly I treated you,” I said. “And I can assure you that it had absolutely nothing to do with you, June. You’re perfect, just the way you are.”
June sniffled.
“Please don’t cry,” I said. “I’ll explain everything. Do you want to come home with me, or your apartment?”
June let out a hiccupping sob. “My apartment,” she said softly.
“Okay. Then that’s where we’ll go.” And if my Porsche gets ruined again, fuck, I deserve it, I thought as I turned towards Brooklyn.
Thankfully, Angela wasn’t home. I waited patiently in the living room while June showered and changed into yoga pants and a loose-fitting shirt. She still looked adorable as ever. When she was through, I gestured for her to crawl into my arms.
“So, the other day, I did a background check on Hannah,” I said slowly. “After I fired her, I noticed that almost all of my longtime clients wouldn’t speak to me.”
June sat up and narrowed her eyes. “Why not?” She asked softly. “What happened?”
I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. “Because Hannah wasn’t who she said she was,” I said. “She was actually impersonating someone else. Her real name is Megan Callahan, and she’s been gunning for billionaires since she was a teenager.”
“I don’t understand,” June replied.
“I don’t either,” I said. “But Megan was linked with the deaths of Richard Moss and Archibald Kramer.”
“Those were…”
“Two of the richest men in New York,” I said grimly. “Hannah, or should I say, Megan, had been chasing after them and trying to get married rich. She lied about her age – I thought she was in her early twenties, but she’s actually been doing this for over ten years.”
June swallowed. “And she hated me because she thought I stole you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m so sorry, June. When I got to dinner last night, I’d just gotten the results back about Hannah’s true identity.”
“How did she know Andy?”
I sighed. “I’m guessing she stalked you,” I said. “And as soon as she realized that there was someone interested in you, she made him an offer. I’m guessing she probably paid him to try to take care of you. Andy, although what he did can’t be forgiven, was just a pawn in all of this.”
June’s green eyes went wide. “I can’t believe it,” she said softly. “I can’t believe someone would be crazy enough to do something like that.”
I sighed bitterly. “I can,” I said heavily. “Especially someone as demented as Hannah. She’d been working for me since the beginning, when my ex thought I should hire her.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “But I’m a total heel, and I have no excuse for treating you that way. I didn’t want you to know until I’d taken care of everything, and I had no intention of scaring you off.”
June nodded.
“I just didn’t want to tell you over dinner,” I said, groping desperately for excuses. “Especially because you were so happy about your job.”
June nodded again.
“Please,” I said. “Please, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance, I’d be the happiest man in the world.”
June bit her lip. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
June flushed, finally looking a bit like her old self. “In the car,” she said softly. “When you said you loved me. Did you mean it, Thomas?”
I pulled June into my arms and kissed her deeply. “Yes,” I said passionately. “I meant it, June. I love you. I love you, deeply.”
“I love you,” June purred into my mouth. My tongue slipped between her pink lips and June moaned softly as I licked the inside of her mouth. She tasted like toothpaste and I pulled her into my lap.
“Is Angela going to be gone for a while,” I murmured into June’s mouth.
She nodded and squirmed in my lap, the lush cheeks of her ass squishing over my thighs. My cock twitched and stiffened. I need her, I thought. I need to be inside of her right now.
“Do you trust me?” I whispered.
June looked deeply into my eyes. “Yes,” she said softly.
Taking June by the hand, I led her into her cluttered bedroom. It smelled soft and faintly musky, like the unwashed sheets of a little girl.
I sat on the edge of the bed. “Take off your clothes,” I said.
June locked her green eyes with mine and flushed hotly. I raised my eyebrow as I felt myself starting to sink into my dominant headspace. June licked her lips, then crossed her arms over her body and pulled her loose shirt over her head. The sight of her pale breasts with their perfect pink nipples made me growl with lust.
June didn’t break my gaze as she hooked her thumbs into her yoga pants and tugged them down her pale, slender legs. When she stood in front of me clad only in panties, I licked my lips.
“You look good enough to eat,” I said softly. “And I’m going to teach you something today.”
June’s flush went from pink to deep red. She nodded slowly as she tugged her panties down. Immediately, the scent of her freshly-washed pussy filled the room. My cock throbbed in my pants and I felt like it would explode if I didn’t fuck her right then and there.
“Now lie down on the bed,” I said softly. “And spread your legs.”
June nodded. She flushed but obeyed, crawling on all fours and giving me a perfect view of her pink pussy and ass.
“Now put your arms up by the headboard,” I instructed.
June bit her lip but did as I commanded. I kept my gaze locked with hers as I loosened my tie and crawled on top of June’s naked body. I could feel the heat rising off of her sweet skin and it took every ounce of my strength to stay professional and calm.
With my tie, I loosely bound June’s wrists to the headboard.
“I love you,” I said again, leaning down and pressing my lips to June’s. She purred and moaned, arching her back and stretching her body towards mine.
I ran my hand down June’s chest and gently tweaked one of her nipples. She cried out in pleasure and I lowered my mouth to her body, taking the stiff and swollen flesh into my mouth. With one hand, I pushed her thighs apart and crawled between them. June moaned as I slid my fingers down her taut belly and gently massaged her labia.
“I should’ve had you keep your panties on,” I said in a quiet, cold voice. “That way I could see your beautiful slit through the wet fabric.”
June’s face turned bright red and she gasped in pleasure as I ran my fingertips over her swollen, soaked labia. She was already so wet that a small puddle had formed underneath her hips, and as she spread her legs, I could tell that her clit was throbbing with desire.
“I bet my little submissive slut wants me to touch her,” I said, slipping a finger inside of June’s pussy and wriggling it back and forth.
June went mad. She thrashed and moaned, shoving her hips towards mine. As I pleasured her, I was very careful to avoid her clit. I wanted to pleasure her, but not give her the earth-shattering orgasm that she so desperately craved. Not until I was ready.
“Please, Sir, touch me,” June moaned. “Please touch my clit.”
I chuckled and pulled my finger out of her sopping pussy. With June’s electric green eyes locked on mine, I slipped my finger into my mouth and licked every bit of her sweet juice away.
“You taste delicious,” I purred. “But it’s very naughty to ask me for favors when you’re in this position, June.”
“Yes, Sir,” June moaned weakly.
“But you’ve been a very good girl, and I want you to know it,” I said softly. Spreading June’s labia with one hand, I crawled between her legs and sniffed at her soaking cunt. “You smell so good,” I added. “And your master wants to reward you for being such a good girl.”
June nodded. Her face was bright red and shiny with sweat as I reached forward and gently massaged her clit, moving the tip of my finger over the surface and flicking the hard nub of flesh as gently as I could.
June writhed and moaned as my finger gently stroked her erect clit. I was kneeling on the bed, between her legs, stroking her very softly at a rapid rate. I could see the blood rising to the surface of her pale skin, making her look more appetizing and sensual than ever.
“June,” I crooned as I gently flicked her clit with my thumb. “I like this. I like this response.”
June blushed furiously. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said softly. The way she said ‘sir’ sent a bolt of desire straight to my cock. She was born to be a submissive, and she looked absolutely perfect trussed up on her own bed.
“I’m going to teach you about something important,” I said slowly as I crawled off the bed and stood. Walking over to where June’s head lay on the pillow, I reached out and stroked her face. “Watch me,” I commanded. “I’m going to teach you how to pleasure me.”
Climbing off the bed, I stripped out of my shirt and kicked my trousers to the floor. When I was clad only in boxers, I licked my lips. June was staring at me with obvious desire. I grinned. She wants me bad, I thought. And I want her in a way I’ve never wanted a woman before.
“Yes, sir,” June responded. Her green eyes were wide with lust and I could tell that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. Without breaking eye contact, I dipped my fingers into the waistband of my silk boxers and tossed them on the floor. My cock bobbed free, ecstatic to be one step closer to June’s magnetic pussy.
I climbed on the bed and straddled June’s chest, shoving my hips forward until my cock was brushing her lips.
“You’re going to open your mouth,” I said slowly. “And I’m going to put my cock inside. Then, I’ll train you how to suck me perfectly. Do you understand?”
June gave a quick nod of her head. She opened her lips and I saw that she was shaking.
“Good girl,” I praised her, steadying myself with a hand on the headboard. As June opened her lips, I put the head of my cock inside her warm, wet mouth. The touch of June’s hot tongue against my cock was heaven and I groaned as she licked me enthusiastically.
“Not quite so fast,” I said, my voice sounding strained as I rolled my hips back and pulled my cock out of her mouth. “Put your lips over your teeth and suck me gently. Then, swirl your tongue over the head as you suck.”
June nodded. She did as I said, then craned her neck forward and once again took my cock in her mouth. The sensation of her virgin mouth wrapped around my stiff erection was incredible, and for a moment I had to think of something unpleasant so I wouldn’t blow my load right in her mouth. June closed her eyes and gently swirled her tongue on the underside of the head of my cock. It felt incredible – I could tell she was thinking about every move she made, every gesture – and somehow her attention to detail made me feel like I was about to burst.
“Bob your head up and down on my cock,” I instructed her. “Normally, when you’re giving me a blowjob, you’d use your hand and wrap it around the base of my cock, like this,” I said, reaching down and wrapping my hand around my shaft. “Then, you’d move your hand up and down in the same rhythm while moving your lips and tongue over my head. Understand?”
June nodded. A thin trickle of spit dribbled out of her mouth and I reached down to wipe it away from her chin. She looked so beautiful and innocent with my cock in her mouth. Lust flared in my body at the sight of my perfect secretary giving me a perfect blowjob. As June began to bob her head up and down over my erection, I arched my back and threw my head back, reveling in the ecstatic sensation that was washing over my limbs.
I let her continue until my cock was soaked with her drool. When I pulled away and climbed off the bed, June swallowed hard and watched me, her eyes not leaving my face.
“Now, I’m going to pleasure you,” I said slowly, walking back down to her feet and running my hands up her leg. June squirmed and wriggled as I played with the insides of her thighs, dragging my fingernails along the sensitive skin. I loved seeing the faint lines of red that appeared on her pale skin as I worked my hands on her.
June arched her back, spreading her legs even wider. I grinned as I reached down and thumbed her erect clit. As June gasped with pleasure, I slowly worked my thumb in a circle around her pussy. She was so wet that she was dripping on the bed and my fingers were coated with her musky juices.
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t wait anymore – now was the moment, the moment that I’d been waiting on for weeks. I crawled on the bed between June’s legs and let my cock brush up against the lips of her pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I told June. “I’m going to fill you up with my cock and claim you.”
She licked her lips, sending a wild thrill of lust through my body. “Yes, sir.”
Grabbing onto June’s fragile-looking hips, I thrust my body forward and my cock slid inside her soaked pussy. The feel of June’s body against my own was incredible. She was so tight, so wet, so hungry for more. As soon as I was buried inside of her, she let out a little gasp and pushed her body against mine. Realizing that I was pleasing her as much as she was pleasing me was a thrilling sensation, and I began to buck my hips and thrust in and out of her pussy.
June closed her eyes and arched her back, throwing her head back into the pillows and moaning. Her bound arms and legs bounced against the duvet as I fucked her with all of my strength, burying my cock inside of her with each thrust. As I plunged deep inside June’s perfect pussy, I felt a thin layer of sweat break out over my body. Yeah, I thought as I closed my eyes and fucked her hard. This is worth it. She’s perfect, she’s everything I knew she would be.
As it got more serious for me, I groaned and grabbed onto the headboard. My body was perfectly lined up with June’s on the bed, and the way she was thrusting and gasping made me realize how close she was to an orgasm of her own.
Groaning, I thrust into her with everything. I closed my eyes and for a moment, it was just the two of us, alone in the world. June moaned as I stroked my hand down her chest, squeezing one of her tits as I felt my cock gush inside of her pussy.
“Thomas,” June moaned loudly. Her eyes were screwed shut and her face was tense and bright red. Beneath me, I felt her own muscles clench and release with the frenzy of her orgasm.
When it was over, I was still shaking and panting. Climbing off the bed, I untied June and rubbed at her wrists. She smiled at me and then pulled the duvet over her naked body, snuggling down in the pillows.
“I love you,” June said. She sighed with happy satisfaction. “And I always will.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I’d like to ask you one thing.”
June raised her eyebrows. “I’m spent,” she said softly, grinning wickedly at me. “If you want round two, you’re going to have to wait.”
“No,” I said calmly. “Nothing like that. June, I want you to move in with me.”
June gasped. “Are you kidding?”
“No,” I said. “I’m completely serious.”
June flushed. “I…I don’t know.”
“Why not?” I frowned, looking around. “If it’s leaving Angela you’re worried about, I’ll pay the rest of your rent through your lease. That should give her enough time to find someone else.”
June shook her head. “It’s not Angela I’m worried about,” she said. “It’s Brett. He doesn’t even know we’re dating. How is he going to act when his teacher moves in?”
“How about if, at first, you stay here over the weekends when I have Brett? Just at first,” I promised. “Then I’m sure everything would smooth out on its own.”
June nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it,” she said softly.
I kissed her and pulled her close. “Good,” I said. “Because I need you in my life, June. If anything, this scare just showed me how much you really mean to me.”