Chapter 7

His hand stopped circling her clit to take hold of his fly. He flipped his pants open and released that stiff rod in all its throbbing glory. She knew that cock like the back of her hand. She knew it with both hands. She knew its sensitive spots. She knew just how to suck it to make it quiver between her lips. She knew exactly how it felt against every inch of her inner anatomy.

She jolted at the sight of it. How she missed it and longed for it! How could she stay away from it so long? She wanted to hold it and caress it and kiss it, but he never gave her the chance. The moment he got it out, he was too worked up to wait any longer. He thrust toward the hole between her legs.

Her other hand flew back. She needed both of them to hold her up now. He screwed the rigid tip into her, he gave her a rough kiss and looked down at his own cock working into her blessed tightness. His lips curled back from his teeth, droplets of steamy sweat dripped from his hair. He was an animal finally letting his instincts take over completely.

She surged back and forth to meet his rhythm. He fixed both hands behind her hips and levered himself back and forth. She bounced off his sharp intrusions, but little by little, he found his way inside.

He hesitated just inside her entrance. He rotated his hips in a corkscrew to drive her through the roof. She whined and flailed, but she couldn’t get away. He knew her as well as she knew him. He mapped and worshiped every micron of her passage until he knew what would send her into the stratosphere.

He weaseled it against her insides, and when she couldn’t stand anymore, he eased it all the way out, only to push it in all over again. She squirmed on the tabletop, but her ass hurt too much to move. She could only submit to his wicked treatment and cum all over that burning cock.

“Come on and fuck my cock, baby. Come on and show me how much you like it so hard. Come on. Fuck me,” he moaned.

She flopped right and left. His muscles rippled up his arms and over his massive shoulders. She would give anything to put her arms around his neck right now and cling to him. She would give anything to shelter in his kiss while he shattered her to pieces, but he didn’t want that. He wanted her shattered. He wanted her in pieces under his pounding spike. He wanted to leave her helpless and available for his devil bulk working into her deeper and harder.

He tunneled just an inch deeper to find the next spot on his journey. He angled his hips to stab forward, and his head crammed into her G-spot. She writhed in torment, but the next moment, he plunged to his limit into her depths. He stuffed her full of his rock hardness, and his cock slammed against her cervix. She screamed out loud, but the next instant, that thick slab excited her to fresh bursts of orgasmic rapture.

He withdrew all the way to his maddening limit before he plowed it in with a spine-chilling smack. His balls spanked the red marks on her ass.

She couldn’t take this anymore. She lifted herself up to meet his body and clasped both hands behind his head. She hugged him against her, but he was already too busy to notice. His muscled back flexed, and his chiseled round ass fell back. His hard cock slithered out and blasted in again harder than ever.

She whimpered in his ear in desperate shock, but already her climaxes took her beyond that place where any of this mattered. Nothing mattered but his cock inside her. He filled her to her limit, and his taut head injected its intoxicating concoction into her brain. She accepted him and all his fury. She clenched his shaft with her inner muscles, and her life-changing orgasms sent spasms along its length. She stroked it inside her and milked the sticky jizz from its tip.

He sank his teeth into her ear and rumbled low in his chest. The vibrations translated down her body. Was it possible to get any higher? Did she have any climaxes left in her? What would become of her when he finally slipped out of her?

His back widened over her. He spread out his shoulders like a cobra’s hood to dominate her universe. She couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. Only once, she dared pull away to kiss him. She read her own destruction in those burning eyes. He had her exactly where he wanted her. He wouldn’t let her go.

He tore himself out of her arms and straightened up so she had no choice but to look at him. He glared down at her. His jaw clenched until he ground his teeth. He pushed her hands away and grabbed his pants where they rode low around his hips.

To her horror, he pulled up his pants, tucked his dripping prick inside, and zipped up. She leaned back on the table with her pussy split open for all the world to see. He jerked his chin at her. “Get up, Ms. Kemp?”

She staggered off the table. “Sir?”

“Get up and pull your skirt down. You can’t go downstairs like that.”

She tugged her skirt down, but her engorged pussy still yawned wide and hungry for him. What was he doing to her? He couldn’t be throwing her out—not now after one quick bang in his office.

She straightened her clothes and ran her fingers over her hair, but nothing could fill the emptiness inside her. She almost burst into tears then and there, but she stiffened her lip. She would hold it all together at least until she got home. Then she would break down.

She didn’t really want to do it with him, anyway. She should be glad he let her go and didn’t demand she go off with him for the rest of the day. She would get home just in time to relieve Maggie.

Winnona would be happy to see her. That was one person on the planet Gina could always rely on to want her around. Winnona would never throw her out like a cheap date.

Giles turned around. His pants still stuck out over his hard prick. He checked her out from head to foot and nodded. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Gina’s eyes popped. “Where are we going?”

“To the penthouse.”

Her jaw dropped. “You can’t mean that.”

“Why not? What did you think we were doing? I told you I wanted to have lunch with you.”

“I thought you meant…”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He clucked his tongue. “You know better than that, Ms. Kemp. You should know what I mean when I say something like that.”

Gina turned away, but she couldn’t hide her burning cheeks. She knew what he meant, so why did she fool herself into thinking she could come into the office and get away without falling into his hands and his bed all over again?

He checked his phone. “The limo is waiting for us downstairs.”

She gulped hard. He was right. She knew all along their tryst would come to this. She would go with him and spend….God knows how much time with him at the penthouse before she went home to poor little Winnona. Good Lord, what kind of horrible mother was she, that she screwed her boss when her precious baby was waiting for her at home?

“Well, Ms. Kemp? Are you coming or not?”

Oh, she was definitely cumming. She wouldn’t miss it. “Can I at least make a phone call to inform the other party?”

He waved his imperious hand. “Very well. Just make it fast. My time is valuable.”

She brought her bag around in front of her shoulder to get out her phone. She fumbled and missed it more than once. She couldn’t stop her hands shaking. She got so wound up in what she was doing that she didn’t notice him move around behind her. She didn’t notice until he laid both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on the table all over again.

The phone almost fell out of her hand. She looked over her shoulder to ask what he was doing, but the words died on her lips when he hitched her skirt over her hips. “Hurry up, Ms. Kemp. I don’t have all day.”

He couldn’t be doing this. He couldn’t be doing this while she called Maggie to get a few hours’ reprieve to….to what? To get fucked? This was one for the record books and no mistake.

She punched her phone screen as fast as she could, but her mind roiled in confusion. He inched her skirt up to bare her assets. He yanked her shirt up to her armpits and dragged down her bra cups. He positioned her flat on the desk so her bare tits clung to the cold polished wood.

She stumbled through her phone directory and found Maggie’s number. She hit the call button and listened with bated breath. He scooted in behind her, and his burning cock dug between her swollen lips. No, please God, he couldn’t do this to her. He couldn’t really intend to….

The phone rang on the other end. He worked his head deeper into the saturated nest he just plowed to ripe purple climax. He pinched her ass to pry her cheeks apart. Oh, please, no. Oh, please, no. Oh, dear God, he was in. He hovered there on the most sensitive part of her entrance.

“Hello?”

Gina took a deep breath and held it. What could she say? She couldn’t open her mouth without panting and whining into the phone. She couldn’t scream in begging ecstasy with her babysitter on the line. Oh, for the love of God and all the angels, he’s fucking me! He’s got his rock-hard cock an inch into me already! Holy fuck, that cock is so hard, I can’t stand it!

No, she couldn’t say that. “Hi, Maggie.” She held her breath again to stop those screams breaking out against her will. “How’s everything over there?”

“Just fine,” Maggie replied. “She’s a little angel.”

Could she do this? Could she really pull this off without exploding in catastrophic shrieks? He worked his dick just another inch along her channel. He glided all the way out and wound it back in. Shit, that man could fuck! Holy crap, I’m gonna cum!

Her wetness flowed around his ridged veins. “Hey, Maggie, would you mind if I took just a little longer. The client…..” She paused a fraction of a second to catch her breath. “The client wants to take a little longer to review the contract, that’s all. Would that be all right? I’ll get back as soon as I can.”

“Sure thing. Take as long as you want.”

Gina gasped one tortured breath. “Great. Thanks. See you later.”

Gina jammed her wrist between her teeth and sank a desperate bite into her flesh to stop herself from screeching out. She waited until she heard Maggie say, “See ya,” before she hung up.

Gina let out a broken cry of shivering rapture and flung herself down on the table. She released the tension in her pussy to reach that climax hanging just inside her entrance when Giles slid his cock out of her with a maddening suck. His pearly head trailed over her lips and left a golden film coating all her tissues.

“Stand up, Ms. Kemp. Get your clothes on.”

Gina lay panting and wretched on the table. He did that on purpose. He teased her to the very brink of orgasm. He knew she couldn’t cum on the phone with Maggie, and when she finally got free, he pulled back and left her aching for more.

She sobbed under her breath and straightened her clothes. She tucked her phone back into her bag. Giles stood across the room with his back to her. She couldn’t see his face. Was he mad at her? Was he as horny as she was? Did he want to hide his raging prick from her so she wouldn’t know how bad he wanted to cum all over her?

She hooked her bra over her breasts and pulled down her jacket. She got herself together, and when she looked again, he stood at the door. He held it open for her and escorted her out to the elevator.

He didn’t touch her all the way down to the street. He didn’t even look at her all the way over the expressway and up the hill to the penthouse. He held the door open for her entering the building. They stood side by side in the elevator like strangers all the way up to the twelfth floor.

Gina stopped inside the penthouse foyer. It hadn’t changed. Once Giles found a style he liked, he stuck with it. The high ceilings still curled in their ornate plaster patterns of angels and nymphs. The palm trees lining the corridor led to the enormous living room leading to the private rooftop garden on the piazza. The city spread out all the way to the Bay beyond the windows.

Giles got her attention by rattling his keys in his pocket. She turned around to see him staring at her with that ferocious glare she recognized so well. He didn’t look at her or touch her on the way here, but the same dominating passion still burned in his eyes.

He could deny himself the luxury of touching her to maintain his composure in public. The moment he got behind closed doors, that mask vaporized. He became once again the devouring predator who stalked her.

He scanned her up and down. “Take your clothes off, Ms. Kemp.”

Gina’s jaw dropped. “Here?”

“Right here. I want to see you.”

She could stare into his eyes until doomsday, and she would never read anything there but the simple fact. He had her, and he wouldn’t let her go until he got what he wanted from her.

She had to look down at the floor to get away from those eyes drilling into her soul. She couldn’t look at him while she exposed herself for his inspection. She started on the buttons of her blouse when his voice sliced the air. “Look at me, Ms. Kemp. I want to you to see me watching you.”

She squeaked out, “Sir?”

He didn’t respond. His direct gaze demanded she comply. She fixed her eyes on his face, and when she did, her spirit sparked alight. Wasn’t she his? Hadn’t he already claimed her body and soul? He’d done her in his office, not just today, but dozens of times. What did seeing her naked have to do with it? What difference could it make in the end?

She tore her buttons open and peeled off her shirt. She slithered out of her skirt and kicked it away. She stood before him in her high-heeled pumps. He traced her curves with his eyes. She locked her eyes on his and bent her arms around behind her back to unhook her bra.

She shrugged out of the straps and dropped it on the pile of clothes. She looked up at him. He tossed the keys in his pocket again, and she glanced toward the sound. That’s when she saw the bulge in his pants. He ate her up with his eyes. He followed every swing of her breasts when she breathed. He kissed her skin and nibbled her delicious folds with his insatiable gaze.

He swallowed, and his hands in his pockets inched just a fraction of an inch closer to his cock. “Turn around.”

She turned her back to him, but her heart pounded in her head. She was powerless before him. He could take her anytime, but he would tease her and string her along for ages before he fulfilled her craven needs. He would work her into a dripping frenzy before he released her on his demon cock.

He came up close behind her, and his warm breath shivered over her skin. It tingled back and forth across her skin and up the back of her neck. She shuddered down to her saturated pussy. Dear God, let him touch her now! She would give anything for his hands exploring her insides and his tongue driving her wild.

Her heart sobbed when he moved back. “Walk downstairs. I want to see that ass.”

She stumbled a few steps forward, but once she got moving, her body took over. She strutted down the corridor to the stairs leading to the lower level. She climbed down below the living room to the master bedroom overlooking the Bay. Another rooftop piazza spread out below the living room. A bubbling jacuzzi glinted in the sun out there between the palm trees.

She couldn’t stop walking until he ordered her to stop, so she just kept going. She passed the king-sized bed with its goosedown coverlet and its puffy stack of pillows. She passed the big wall screen TV and the entrance to the master bathroom suite.

She knew every detail of the place, and she couldn’t set foot in it without this incredible erotic power sweeping over her. The place turned her on almost as much as the guy in it.

She sauntered all the way up to the big window and stopped without being told to. She couldn’t go any further without smashing her face into the glass. The sun shone on the piazza. The wind touched the trees.

What must it be like out there right now, with the sun shining on her naked skin? She could soak in the jacuzzi. Then she could sunbath naked on the hot tiles. When she got tired of that, she could come back inside, take a shower, and curl up in that bed.

That bed turned her on like nothing else. That bed meant sex. That bed meant one orgasm after another, all night long. Even thinking about curling up in that bed with Giles turned her on.

As if in answer to her thoughts, he came up behind her. This time, he didn’t hold back. He murmured into her ear. “You didn’t do as you were told, Ms. Kemp.”

She prickled all over. His breath shot waves of heat into her brain. He would punish her for disobeying his order. “Yes, sir.”

“You didn’t wait for me to tell you to stop.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

He didn’t move. His massive body pulsed with angry light behind her. She had to close her eyes against the sunshine to cope with the intensity. He lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. “Put your hands on the glass.”

She laid her palms on the cold surface. Goosebumps burst out all over her skin, but she wasn’t cold. Anticipation fired every nerve ending. What would he do to her? Would he spank her again? No, he didn’t repeat himself like that. He would come up with some new torment to make her beg for his mercy.

She leaned against her hands, but he leaned into her ear. “Higher. Raise your arms above your head.”

She slid them up. She had to bend forward to reach the glass.

“Spread your legs.”

She stepped aside, and her pumps made her ass stick out toward him. Of course. This was what he wanted all along. He stood behind her. She was his prisoner.

He placed both hands on her hips. His hands warmed her against the tension. That warmth excited her all down her skin to her cunt. She felt herself get wetter and wetter all over again. He knew exactly how to tease her. God, let him touch me now! Please, dear God, let him touch me.

He stroked her hips in no particular hurry. He followed her curving waist a little higher and retreated when he got to her ribs. He eased down and cradled her ass before he came back up. Every time he went down and returned, he ventured a little further, up under her breasts, down to her thighs. He covered more territory, got a little closer to those erogenous landscapes aching for his touch.

She moaned and writhed, but nothing could make him relieve her anxiety. He wouldn’t cross the boundary to deliver her next climax. In the end, he returned to her ass. He massaged her two cheeks and lifted them apart.

Gina’s head lolled on her neck. She sighed and groaned, but she didn’t bother to beg. What was the point? He wouldn’t do anything until he was ready. Begging wouldn’t make him do it unless he told her to beg.

Out of nowhere, his muscular arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet. He wasn’t wearing his jacket, and the crisp cotton business shirt scraped her delicate skin. He lifted her feet off the ground and set her down on his bare hips.

She hadn’t seen him open his pants. Maybe he stroked his bare prick all the way down the stairs to the sight of her ass bouncing back and forth. Maybe he yanked off behind her telling her to spread her legs.

His cock poked between her legs and laid its length in her puffy groove. The honey coated it, and her tender lips spread around it. He let her slip to the floor, and his shaft glided backward until the tip nudged her opening.

She gasped in shock, but he had his own plans all worked out. He planted his feet wide to enclose her legs. He locked her thighs around his thick cock, and her pussy was so damn wet that he pumped her full with her legs closed.

He kept his grip around her waist. He rested her weight on her hands and held her back against his plunging cock. He drilled her to her source on acres of her wet juices until he moaned into orgasm.