Gunner
I caught her red handed. She was stepping around my desk when I found her in my office. I was pretty sure she had just been snooping around on my laptop and had closed it just before I entered the room. She fed me some weak little story about looking for a phone charger and held her phone up, claiming the battery was low.
I knew better, but the fact that she was bold enough to lie to my face made me so hard I couldn’t resist her.
She wore the same dress she had the night before, but I could see from the top of it that she hadn’t put her bra back on. Her perky tits stuck out, and I could see the points her hard nipples were making against the fabric.
As I stepped into the room, I saw her eyes drift down to my shorts. My growing desire was barely hidden from her, and her eyes took in everything they could see of it. I knew what she was looking for, but I could also see what she really wanted.
She didn’t want the diamond. She wanted me. Again. I felt the air between us tense up with a mixture of longing and apprehension as I approached her. I pushed myself against her. I took her in my arms and kissed her. Her body melted beneath me as she realized I wasn’t about to punish her for looking through my office.
In reality, I was about to reward her for being so bold. She presented a challenge to me, and that turned me on more than she realized.
I turned her around and bent her over the desk. I pulled her dress up and exposed her perfectly round ass. It was tight and soft, and she was ready for me in her black cotton panties, not the same ones from the night before. I wanted to laugh. She would learn not to wear underwear around the house. As long as she stayed, I was going to continue to control her body.
I pulled her panties aside and let myself out of my shorts. I grabbed her hair and pushed myself against her. Her lips parted.
“Yes, Gunner, right here,” Sierra said as I slid inside her.
I thrusted against her hips on the edge of my desk. She moaned each time I shoved myself into her.
“Tell me what you’re looking for,” I told her.
“A good place for you to take me,” she answered.
“Did you find it?” I asked, sliding in slowly.
She gasped. “I did.”
I watched as the muscles in her arms tightened with her grip on the opposite edge of the desk. Her muscles tightened around my shaft as well.
She may have been lying to me about why she was in my office, but she wasn’t lying about what we were doing.
I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands. I pulled her against me, slamming her hips against mine.
“Oh God, yes!” she cried out as I rammed myself deeper into her.
I couldn’t help myself. Part of me just wanted to fuck her right there on the desk until we both reached ecstasy again, but another part of me wanted to use sex to punish her for her getting out of line and getting caught snooping through my business. She could do better than that.
I was growing so hard with each thrust. My skin strained to contain my erection. I could feel every inch of her sliding along my shaft. She was so tender and warm, so wet and inviting. She was so tight. Her muscles gripped me like fingers, and she kept squeezing with each thrust, until she was crying out on the desk and gasping for breath.
She squeezed me and pushed herself back against me. I felt her shaking beneath me.
“I’m coming, Gunner. Oh God, I’m coming,” she started almost chanting. She reached a little hand back and grabbed one of my hands on her hip.
I pulled back, and her body shuddered beneath me.
She whined like she had in bed the night before. I felt her grabbing me with her lips, trying to hold me inside her.
I slid back in, slowly, and I could feel the ridge on the bottom of my shaft running against her front wall. I felt her quiver around me as her ecstasy continued to enrapture her.
I pulled back again and pushed in all the way, sliding myself in all the way down to the base of my shaft.
I looked down and watched myself as I exited her and entered again. I watched the way her flesh wrapped around me. I could feel my orgasm growing deep within and climbing up my shaft. It wouldn’t be long before I released myself.
I rocked my hips against her, and she pulled herself forward, pulling away from me.
I reached for her, trying to grab her and pull her back. She turned around and slid onto the desk, opening her legs wide to let me back inside her tight little hole. She held herself up with one arm planted firmly behind her on the desk. The other hand reached for my shoulder and pulled me to her.
She looked at me with something more than desire in her eyes and a smile on her face as she pulled me back into her.
I looked down at her sex, spread open before me on the edge of my desk. She was so tender and beautiful. It made me want to wrap my arms around her and take her gently and with care. But no, I wasn’t about to do that. I was going to test her limits before it was all said and done, and part of that was seeing how much she could take with me pummeling her on the side of my desk.
I pushed her down as I entered her again. She pushed my laptop to the side as she lay back. I grabbed her dress and continued to push it up, past her little perky tits and pointing, hard nipples. I let the dress rest at her shoulders and gripped her tits as I thrust myself into her.
She moaned and looked at me with satisfaction in those deep green eyes of hers. She bit her lip and writhed underneath me as I impaled her on my shaft. She reached up and ran her hands along my arms.
“Damn, you feel good,” she moaned. “You feel so good, Gunner. Give it all to me.”
The sound of her voice, heavy with desire, pushed me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
I squeezed her tender breasts under my hands and pushed myself deep into her. I held myself in and looked down at her flowing red hair over her fair skin. I could feel myself getting closer, about to erupt inside her. I pulled back, sliding myself out, and I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of disappointment in her eyes.
I took myself in my hand and stroked myself until I emptied myself on the delicate skin below her belly button. My orgasm forced itself up through my shaft suddenly, sending a shooting sensation of pleasure through me as my muscles worked themselves under my grip.
“That’s it, baby,” she said, welcoming my seed on her skin. She slid her hands up and down her sides, running her little fingers over her nipples so I could watch as she arched her back and writhed on my desk.
“You like to wear it?” I asked with a little growl in my voice.
“I love to wear it,” she answered, and for some reason that word stuck out. It was pretty quick to be throwing words like love around, even if we were just talking about sex. I dismissed it as part of her game, but it didn’t sound like she was playing.
“Well, maybe I’ll let you wear more of it later,” I teased as I reached over and pulled tissue out of the box on the corner of my desk.
I handed to her and watched as she wiped me off of her. Watching the care she took with her petite fingers threatened to turn me on again for another round. What was with this woman? I couldn’t be within a couple of feet of her without wanting to sleep with her again. Her perfect body and independent attitude just made her irresistible.
I grabbed a tissue and wiped off the last little bit dripping from my head. I tossed it in the trash next to my desk.
“So, is that how it’s going to be?” she asked as she sat up and pulled her dress back down to cover herself. She closed her legs and pulled off her panties. She balled them up in her hand.
“Is that how you want it to be?” I teased.
“Be careful, lover boy, or you might not be able to get me to leave,” she teased as she slid off the side of the desk. “And besides, I need a change of clothes and some clean underwear.”
“I can handle that,” I told her. “I can have the staff bring you new clothes, and I can give them your old clothes to clean.”
“Really. Look at you,” she said, running a hand down my chest.
“Just come back up to the room and let me send your current clothes down so they have your sizes.” I hoped she would think I was trying to be helpful instead of just trying to get her naked yet again.
“Sounds like a plan.” Her eyes sparkled as she walked past me and through the door. Her face was glowing.
This was a dangerous game we were playing, indeed, and it seemed like we both had a lot to lose if we gave in. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked behind her up to my room.
Once upstairs and behind the double doors of my bedroom again, I watched as she stripped out of her dress again. Her body was immaculate perfection.
“You can take a shower if you’d like,” I offered, gesturing to the bathroom. “I’ll have a shirt for you when you get out, and I’ll send your clothes down with my staff. It shouldn’t take too long to get replacements,” I assured her.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked me.
“No, not at all.” The whole time I was skirting around what I really wanted to ask her, what I really wanted to tell her.
I didn’t want her to leave. I knew she should, but I couldn’t help what I felt. Through all of our playful banter and smart-ass remarks, I felt like we were forging some sort of strange connection. I had never met anyone who matched my wit and challenged me the way she did. I wasn’t quite ready to let her go just yet.
She grabbed her purse and took it into the bathroom with her. I sighed, watching her disappear behind the door.
Once Sierra was in the bathroom with the water running, I gathered her clothes from the floor and walked them downstairs to the laundry room where I found my laundry lady and a member of my house security talking and smoking just outside the door.
“Yes, sir,” my guard said, stepping in suddenly and standing at attention.
“At ease, soldier,” I said with a laugh. “You’re a civilian. This isn’t the Army.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, relaxing.
“I’m just your boss, kid. Calm down.” I handed him Sierra’s clothes. “Look, I need you to go pick up some outfits for my guest. Her sizes are on the clothes I just handed you. Use those. She’s a fair skinned redhead, not quite pale. She has green eyes if that helps, but she apparently likes red as you can see by her bra and panties. Anyway, here’s the expense account.” I handed him my card and watched him blush as he looked at her small underwear.
“I’m on it,” he said.
“Right. Outfits and underwear. Matching sets for bra and panties.” I patted him on the shoulder and winked. “Oh, and let’s get those clothes cleaned,” I said as I walked away.
Once she got out of the shower, I was going to see how long she intended to stay.