Chapter 10

Ella

We take an early afternoon nap and awaken naked, tangled in each other’s legs, while my wrists are still tied to the damn headboard. My hands are totally numb and lay like dead fish as Rainier works to untie them upon waking.

“I’m sorry about that. It was irresponsible of me, as the person who tied you up,” Rainier says. “I was just so drained. Do you know how many times I’ve come inside you since last night? Is it only two or three? I feel like it was nine or ten...”

“And it’s only Friday,” I joke softly, and Rainier chuckles. I don’t really mean it, though. The time is flying and we leave tomorrow. “Will I really be your new sex assistant?” I wonder, nipping at my lower lip. It was hot dirty talk but is it really realistic?

“I don’t know,” Rainier says, propping his chin on his elbow and lying beside me in the bed. We’re both still nude but the mood becomes serious when the word “really” gets used. The mood becomes serious when I ask questions. “It would be complicated, of course.” One of Rainier’s fingers traces over my collarbone and down between the valley of my breasts. “Rex is going to be an issue. And we can’t have associates walking into graphic scenes with the secretary.”

My heart deflates. The secretary.

“Right,” I say.

“I don’t want to fire you, though,” he adds quickly, voice firm. “I don’t want to transfer you. I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

“But things are going to change,” I remind him with certainty. “You know what’s going to happen if I walk into your office on Sunday like nothing ever happened.”

His cock stirs at my words and I have to smile. “You are the devil,” I purr.

“Why not a god?” he wonders, drawing me closer against his bare erection, and I guffaw.

“Because you call me a good girl when I’m doing bad things.” My eyes trail up and down his immaculate body, still unable to believe it’s stretched out, naked, beside me. Naked and hard. “And because your cock is the eighth deadly sin.”

“You don’t blame your pussy at all for this?” Rainier’s finger lifts to gently circle my nipple. The skin puckers responsively and I draw in a ragged breath. I know what all these little touches mean. Even though my pussy has been pounded into dust, he’s circling around for thirds and fourths. His finger slides down my breast and stomach, across my mons, and between my labia. “You think I had a choice?” he whispers against my ear, and my eyelashes flutter. I let my legs fall open for him.

Rainier grunts and rubs my nub, his eyes fixated on my pussy. “Look at this thing. It’s like a poppy. Such a pretty flower but so addictive.”

I tremble and rock my hips back and forth against his touch.

He leans close and whispers against my ear, “Sometimes in my office I could smell your pussy.”

I tremble harder. I know I’m wet now. His fingers play expertly with my button.

“I would be trying to focus on my job and you’d walk by, so innocent, just getting some little thing,” he rasps so softly. “And Jesus Christ, I’d know you were soaking wet. I’d know you were ovulating. There’s no other reason a pussy would smell so strong and so good.”

“Oh, Rainier.” I open my legs wider still, giving him all my throbbing womanhood, and he obediently picks up his pace, scraping over me with a rough precision that brings my thighs to a quiver.

Rainier swallows thickly. “I started jacking myself off under the desk,” he confesses. His free hand wraps around his own cock and slowly pumps. “I never do stuff like that. To lose control of yourself is unacceptable. But I was constantly hard. I needed the release.”

He works me harder and faster, getting desperate for my cum, and my eyes roll back in my head. Oh, it’s coming. “Did you think about me?” I ask him.

“Every time,” Rainier grunts. He jerks his finger erratically across my clit and the unpredictable pattern brings me instantly to the edge. “Oh, god, this pussy.” He grinds on it rhythmically again and the orgasm drags forward and crashes down on me. I gush clear, syrupy juices all over his hand. I buck and push my hips. My pussy shudders and grabs for anything it can squeeze...

Like an answer to a prayer, Rainier’s hot cock slides into me again. “This pussy,” he repeats, “is mine now. No more coming under the desk.” He whispers against my ear. “Now I only come in you... Miss Petit.” He rolls and pulls me on top of him, never sliding out. I start humping him, feeling too soft to effectively fuck anyone from the top, but I’ve underestimated Rainier’s dominance. Even when he’s on the bottom, he’s still on the top, and he plunges into me with his abdominals crunching hard. I don’t even have to do anything but literally ride him like he’s a bucking bronco. He plunges his thick length into me again and again, punching my sweet spot so hard I get dizzy. I hold onto his chest and just take the pleasure... There’s nothing else I can do.

Orgasm pours out of me quickly, but Rainier doesn’t stop until his cock balloons and bursts inside me. His cum is so hot that I feel it rush into my pussy and my eyeballs roll in my head. I love his cum. I love his dick. I want to have a million Howell babies.

He lays flat with me wrapped around his torso, both of us panting, even though he exerted himself far more than I did. He’s slick with sweat.

“I took a class on human sexuality in college,” Rainier whispers to me. I feel his finger—impossibly—seek out my tiny soaked button again. There’s no way I can come more. My pussy is going to fracture from the strain. “They said that the cervix actually dips down and sucks up semen when a woman has an orgasm with her clit. So, if your man just came inside you, he needs to make sure you come, too. He needs to make sure your body takes his seed as deep as it can go.”

Blush thunders up into my cheeks and I subconsciously rock against his touch, enticing him to keep fingering me. “I’m on the pill, anyway,” I remind him softly. He flicks at my sopping pussy and I clench up like I might actually come again.

“Maybe you should get off of it,” Rainier growls. “I want you taking every load I’ve got, Good Girl. I know you’ll work hard to deserve it. I want you full of me. Hot as an oven. Ready. God, yeah. Ready to get my cum so deep... I’m going to make you so... fucking... pregnant...”

I wail as an orgasm culminates and shoots through my body. They seem to come faster each time. Eventually, he’s just going to touch me and I’ll come. I gush all over his fingers, thinking about my cervix dipping down, sucking up his cum and pulling it even deeper into me.

Panting for breath, I echo limply, “Pregnant?”

“Don’t pay attention to me,” Rainier murmurs, waving a hand drowsily. “I was just dirty talking. Of course I’m not going to pump you full of babies.” His eyes close and he smiles softly anyway, as if warmed by the thought. “Of course not,” he repeats.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I watch him lying there with his eyes closed, looking like he’s the one doing yoga now. He looks more relaxed and happy than I’ve ever seen him. Hell, we could be the same age right now.

My hand slithers across the mattress and weaves itself in with his, even though his fingers are sticky.

“I don’t care if I lose my job,” I blurt, sweaty and smelling of sex and tired all over again, even though it’s early afternoon and all I’ve done today is yoga and Rainier. I could grow old with him, you know. I could die happy. “I want to be your sex assistant.”

Rainier’s palm smoothens lovingly over my expansive hip curve and he sighs. “You will be,” he whispers. “You have to be mine now.”