Chapter 15

Missy

He kissed me until I was dizzy and it was clear at the ding of the elevator that he was irritated with the interruption. He didn’t bother with any sort of restraint; he tugged me behind him until he found the appropriate door. As he fidgeted with the lock he gave me a look. “I can’t decide how I want to fuck you first. You are going to have to deal with it as I try to figure out which way I like best.”

I took a breath because he said it as if there was nothing to it. As soon as the door was open he jerked me into the room before I could give him a response. He pushed me toward a bed. “Bend over.” It was a bark command that had my heart pounding. I rolled over onto the bed and presented my ass up to him.

He chuckled lightly, “You do like your punishment.” He threw up my skirt so that he could see the thong I was wearing. “These panties suggest that you do.” He gave my ass a sharp slap.

“Yes,” I gasped out and clenched my thighs together. It only seemed to encourage him as he slapped my ass again. I bit back the cry that was struggling to find its way out.

“So much I want to do.” I heard him growl and I looked back to see him go to his knees behind me. Before I could see what he was doing, I felt his mouth and tongue make contact with the tender cheeks he had just slapped. He kissed each cheek gently before he started to follow the string of my thong until he found my pussy, already wet from the conversation at the table and his teasing spanking. He wasn’t done either. He pressed my legs further apart and began to tease me through the fabric.

He pulled back when it was apparent that he didn’t have the patience to tease for long. He jerked my panties down and then there was a grunt as he began to remove his own clothing. In a heartbeat I felt his mouth against me again, this time he kissed my pussy lips as if he were feasting on my mouth. I felt his tongue trace the line of my pussy to my asshole and back. I trembled once he found my clit. I didn’t have time to prepare when he began his assault with the steady flicks of his tongue.

I clung to the bedspread, my legs struggling to keep my ass up in the air. I couldn’t help it when my knees buckled; he pressed two fingers into my clenching pussy. The fingers curled within me and he began the frantic thrust of his hand, teasing at something inside me that I couldn’t help but bend to. I rocked back against his mouth and hand until I completely lost it.

He pulled his fingers from me and I felt his lapping tongue as he seemed to drink me in. I shuddered and moaned.

“Gawd,” he breathed, and I was dimly aware of the sound of a zipper coming down. “No, no not here.” He pulled me up to my unsteady feet and with a little coaxing he had me out of my dress. “There’s a mirror.” He directed me over to it as he was kicking off the slacks and briefs he had been wearing. “You’re going to watch me fuck you.”

He pressed my hands on either side of the mirror and before my vision cleared I felt him pick up my hips, the head of his cock found my entrance. A sharp upward thrust and he was in me. The difference in our heights made it slightly awkward, so he picked me up and spread my legs so I could see just what it looked like for his cock to be spreading me apart.

I wrapped my arms back around his neck and took in the sight of us. He had me pinned with his eyes through the mirror. It became less about the throbbing cock that was sawing in and out of me, but about the man. “You’re going to come again,” he informed me. “Do it.” It was a command that I couldn’t immediately follow but I reached down a hand to stroke my engorged clit. The attention he had given it before had it sensitive and I couldn’t help the whine that started with each moan.

The combined rhythm of his cock and my hand eventually became too much for me. I couldn’t watch myself come; I was too caught up in the feeling, so I didn’t see the gush. But the pleased noise he made seemed to indicate that it was enough. He pulled out and pressed my back to the mirror; I felt the cold of the glass and the dampness of my come before I felt his cock plunge into me again.

“I have been waiting too long for this,” he growled at me. “This cunt isn’t going to be enough to satisfy me.”

He pulled out of me again and we found our way back to the bed. I felt the probing dampness of his fingers against the tight rim of my ass. I was still putty from the last orgasm he forced me through and there wasn’t much resistance to the thickness of his finger. The pressure was something new I couldn’t grasp, but he used my juices to work another finger in.

“I’ve never,” I managed to gasp. I was afraid.

“I will go slow.” His voice held promise. The pressure of his fingers left my ass and I felt the thickness of his slick cock replace them. I held my breath and with the promised slowness, I felt him start to press into me.

The fullness was indescribable. He didn’t leave me with just that; he began to move, his thrusts were at a slow pace until it wasn’t enough. “Fuck,” I cried out. “I need more, please!"

His pace increased until it was near punishing. I was surprised by how good it made me feel. A questing hand came around my hip and soon he was fucking my ass and my pussy. The fingers inside me curled like they had before and it was as if he pushed a switch. I fell apart. There was nothing keeping me together after that.

“Fuck,” came out of him sounding like praise and I felt the hot streams of his come against the small of my back.

How was I not numb to it? Did I still have nerve endings? Everything seemed like a haze. I was barely able to keep my eyes open.

“Come on.” He picked me up and carried me to the head of the bed. I was carefully tucked into the bed and he came around the other side to curl against me. “Are you still with me?” His fingers combed through my hair. “You aren’t going to be selfish and roll over after all that, are you?”

“I think you might have literally fucked my brains out,” I snorted. “I’m going to have to call my boss and tell him I can’t come back to work.”

“I’m sure.” His voice was a low purr as he began to trail kisses over my face. “If you fuck him like you do me, you’ll have him wrapped around your little finger.”

“Oh good,” I sighed against him. “I think that might make us even.”