Madison

 

I didn’t get nervous until we were both in my bedroom.  Suddenly, the room seemed too warm and my hands were getting clammy.  I didn’t know why I was nervous.  I’d already had sex with Jacob and had his cock in my mouth for God’s sake.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”  Jacob was studying me carefully.

Afraid he would call a stop to everything if he knew I was suddenly nervous, I smiled and lied.  “Nothing’s wrong.”

He stepped forward and pulled me into his embrace.  His big hands rubbed my lower back.  “Don’t lie to me, Madison.  I don’t ever want you to lie to me.  Okay?”

“Okay.”

He smoothed my hair back from my face.  “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just suddenly feeling a little nervous.  I don’t know why I’m nervous, but I don’t want you to leave.  Okay?”

“I won’t leave.  Do you want to just lie on the bed together?”

My mouth dropped open and I started to giggle.  “Jacob Marken, did you just ask me if I want to cuddle?”

His cheeks went red and I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed hard before rubbing myself against his erection.  “You’re amazing.  Your dick is rock fucking hard and you’re willing to just cuddle with me.”

He cleared his throat.  “I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t -”

“I want this.  I want this very much.  I just realized that we haven’t even kissed yet and, I don’t know, it made me feel weird.”

He smiled down at me before cupping my face and lowering his mouth to mine.  At the first touch of his firm lips. I moaned and parted mine.  He didn’t tease or torment.  He slid his tongue into my mouth and kissed me like I belonged to him.

I returned his kiss with an eagerness that should have been embarrassing but wasn’t.  Jacob was an amazing kisser and I could have spent the next decade just kissing him.  When his big hand cupped my breast, I wished desperately that I wasn’t wearing a bra.  I rubbed up against him as he kneaded my breast, his thumb rubbing my hardening nipple.

“Jacob, please,” I whimpered against his mouth.

He stepped away from me and pulled my shirt over my head.  He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, giving my breasts a look of pure appreciation when he took my bra off.  “So beautiful, Mads.”

“Thank you.”

He unzipped my skirt and tugged it down my legs.  “Step out.”

I stepped out of the skirt and he studied my naked body before leaning down and kissing me again.  I sucked on his tongue when he slid it into my mouth and tried to cling to him when he pulled back.  “Lie on the bed, baby.”

I did what he asked, watching with barely-controlled lust as he stripped off his clothing.  It was the first time I’d seen him completely naked and I studied him with a lack of inhibition as he stood in my room.  His upper body was just as gorgeous as I remembered with his broad shoulders, flat stomach and dark hair that I was almost desperate to touch.  He had a narrow waist and hips with muscular thighs and calves.  My gaze arrowed in on his cock.  It was fully erect, the head a dark red and already dripping pre-cum.  It was long and thick and mine.

All mine.

When he stretched out on his side beside me, I pouted at him again.  “You said I could sit on your face.”

“Soon.  I want those pretty little nipples in my mouth first.”

My nipples were already hard, and I moaned when he leaned down and circled them with his tongue.  My hands threaded through his thick hair and I pulled hard.  He growled against my breast and nipped the side of it.  I squealed and eased my grip as he said, “Be my good girl.”

“Yes, Jacob.”

That made him groan and he sucked hard on my nipple.  My back arched, and I cried his name.  The suction of his mouth, the way his tongue brushed back and forth over the tip of my nipple was making me crazy.  When he switched to the other one and tormented it, I pounded on his back and pleaded for mercy.

He raised his head and grinned at me while his fingers pinched and toyed with my sensitive nipples.  “I love your nipples.  They’re so fucking sensitive.”

“Jacob, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need to cum.”

“Soon.”  He dipped his head and went back to work teasing my nipples.  His big thigh pushed between my legs and I humped it shamelessly, rubbing my clit against him in a desperate attempt to cum.

He pulled on my nipple with his teeth.  I squeaked and froze against him.  He released it and licked away the slight sting.  “I said no cumming, Mads.”

“You’re the worst!”  I smacked him on the back and he laughed before rubbing his hair-roughened thigh against my pussy.  I moaned and clutched at his back, wanting to rub myself against him, but not quite daring to with his lips still attached to my nipple.

“Do you want to sit on my face now, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Not yet.”

“Goddamn you!”

He laughed again and continued his torment to my nipples.  This time, he pushed his hand between my thighs and lightly stroked the lips of my pussy.  “You’re so wet for me.  Me and only me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Jacob.”

His fingers brushed my clit and I shrieked and arched into him.  He immediately withdrew his hand and I made a sharp cry of need.  “Jacob!”

“Shh, baby.  I want you to cum while I’m licking your little pussy.”

“Then let me sit on your goddamn face!”

“All right.”

“No!  Stop teasing me and…what?”

“I said, all right.”  He flipped to his back and grinned at me.  “Hop on, baby.”

He didn’t have to tell me a third time.  I scrambled up and straddled his face a bit awkwardly but enthusiastically.  His big hands curled around my thighs and he tugged me a little closer before inhaling.  “You smell so sweet.”

I moaned when his tongue flicked out and licked my pussy lips.  “You taste sweet, baby.”

“Please,” I whispered.  My brash, take-charge personality was gone.  One stroke of Jacob’s tongue and I was already reduced to a whimpering, pleading mess.  “Oh please, taste me.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”  He licked my lips again and I shuddered all over before grabbing the headboard.  My knuckles went white as Jacob licked away all my juices.  He was deliberately avoiding my clit, but when I tried to grind my pussy against his mouth, his big hands around my thighs stopped me.

His hot, wet tongue licked lower and when he pushed it into my hole, I began to beg mindlessly.  He pushed it in and out and fuck, it felt fantastic, but my clit was throbbing with an almost painful intensity.

“Please,” I begged as I rocked against his face, “please, my clit!”

“What about it, baby?”  Jacob’s voice was muffled and just the way his lips moved against my heated flesh, made me want to scream.

“Please lick it.”

His warm laugh vibrated against my pussy and I cried out when he made a slow lick from the bottom of my pussy right to the bottom of my clit.  I squeezed the headboard again and made an inarticulate noise of pure lust.  If he didn’t lick my clit soon, if he didn’t give me relief for –

I screamed, my back arching when Jacob’s hot tongue licked across my clit.  My orgasm shot through me like a bullet, making my body shake and my pussy gush all over Jacob’s mouth and face.  He licked my clit again as the pleasure crested inside of me.  I couldn’t help it, I screamed again, grinding my pussy against Jacob’s lips and tongue.  He sucked at my clit, sending little aftershocks of pleasure tingling through me.  I jerked and twitched, my grip on the headboard the only thing keeping me upright.

“Move down, baby.”

“Can’t…let go.  Fall…over,” I gasped.

He chuckled, and his hands moved to my waist.  “You can.  I’ll help you.”

I let go of the headboard but before I could tip over, Jacob was holding me upright and helping me to ease down his broad body.  I straddled his thighs, my body still shaking and twitching from my climax, as Jacob kept one hand on my waist and used the other to wipe his face with the sheet.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He shook his head.  “Don’t ever be sorry for cumming on my face.  In fact, if you’re not cumming on my face once a day, we’re doing something wrong.”

I grinned weakly at him.  I was tired and more than a little sleepy, but Jacob was hard as a rock.  “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“Yes, baby, I am.”

“Okay.”  I gave him a pleased little smile that made him grin.

“Can you ride me, Mads?”

I nodded, and he helped me move forward and then guide his dick to the entrance of my pussy.  The head was an even darker red and he was slick with precum.  It brushed against my pussy and both of us groaned.

“Fuck, get me inside of you before I cum all over your fucking pussy.”

I pushed down, feeling the broad head parting my folds and sliding into my hole.  I tried to stop halfway, to give my pussy a chance to adjust, but Jacob shook his head.  “No, don’t stop.”

“It’s too big,” I complained.  “Just give me a minute to -”

“No.”  His big hands cupped my hips in a hard grip and he thrust upwards, forcing my pussy to take another few inches.  “Take my cock, Madison.”

Shit.  His demand shouldn’t have turned me on so much.  But there was no denying it did.  I pushed against him and we both watched as my pussy took inch after inch of his thick cock until he was seated completely inside of me.

“Oh God,” I moaned. 

Jacob reached up and cupped my tits, playing with my nipples.  “Move, Maddie.  Fuck my dick.”

I braced my hands on his chest, touching the rough hair with the pads of my fingers before I began to move.  I slid up and down his cock with slow, deliberate movements, keeping my gaze on his face.

“Good, baby.  That’s so good.  Your little pussy feels like heaven around my dick.  Did you know that?” 

“No,” I moaned.

“It does.  So good.  You’re mine, Madison.  You belong to me.  Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

“That’s right, you do.  Your little pussy is mine now.  Mine to fuck, mine to taste, mine to – oh fuck, yeah, that’s good, baby.  Do that again.”

I rotated my hips in a slow spiral as I pushed down on his cock again.  He groaned, and his entire body jerked.  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“I want you to,” I whispered.  “I want you to cum in me, Jacob.”

“I want that too, baby.  But you gotta cum again for me first.  Rub your pussy for me.  Show me your clit.”

I leaned back, bracing one hand on his raised knees for support and using my other to rub my pussy.  I plucked at my clit and was surprised at how sensitive it still was, at how quickly I was almost to another climax.

“That’s right.  Rub it again for me, baby.  Show me how pretty you look when you’re cumming on my cock.”  Jacob was holding my waist again, his hips thrusting with slow and steady strokes as I rubbed and pulled on my clit.

“Pinch it for me, baby.”

I pinched, crying out at the sensation as Jacob made a hard thrust. 

“Good.  Do it again.”

“I’ll cum if I do,” I panted.

“That’s what I want.  Remember?  I want you to cum on my cock.”

His hips were moving fast now, his dick so hard and thick inside of me that I could feel my inner walls still trying to stretch to accommodate his width.  I circled my clit with trembling fingers as Jacob moved even faster.  My desire was growing, the pleasure coiling in my belly until I was shaking with my need for relief.

“Do it, baby.  Right now.”

I pinched my clit just as Jacob reached up and pinched my right nipple.  Pleasure roared through me and I clenched around his cock as I rubbed furiously at my clit.

“Fuck!”  Jacob shouted hoarsely, his hand dropping to my hip as he thrust up, so deep that I felt a brief flash of pain.  “Oh fuck!” 

His big body shook, and he bellowed another curse before he came inside me.  My pussy milked him instinctively, pulling his seed deep inside of me as he came and came again.  I rode out his orgasm, watching the pleasure dance across his face until he collapsed below me.  He was panting hard and I pressed my hand against his heart.  It was beating like an out-of-control racehorse and I gave him an alarmed look.

“Jacob?  Are you okay?”

“Unfuckingbelievable, Mads.”

I giggled and climbed off of him.  His cum was starting to drip down my leg but Jacob shook his head and pulled me against his side when I tried to climb out of bed.  “Stay right here.”

“I need to clean up,” I protested.  “There’s like a gallon of sperm coming out of me.”

He laughed, and I shivered all over when he reached between my legs.  His fingers came back dripping and he gave me a satisfied smile.  “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life, Mads.”

“You’re welcome.”

He laughed and pulled me closer, kissing the top of my head.  We lay in silence for a while and I was almost asleep when he said, “He would hate me for this.”

I sat up, knowing exactly who he was talking about.  “He wouldn’t, Jacob.  He loved you.  You were his best friend.”

I could see the sorrow on his face and I rubbed his chest.  “Honey, he wouldn’t hate you.  He would be surprised maybe, but ultimately he’d be happy for us.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.  You might have been his best friend, but he was my dad.  I knew him better than anyone else.  What he wanted was for me to be happy.  You make me happy.  I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen, Jacob Marken.”

“I know.”

I blushed a little.  “Was I that obvious?”

He just shrugged.  “I swear I didn’t think of you as anything more than Frank’s daughter until…”

“Until the night of his funeral.”

“Yeah.”  He studied me for a moment.  “Since that night, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.  I haven’t been with a woman for over a year.  All I want is you.  I love you.  You’re mine now.  Do you understand that?”

I nodded.  “Yes.  It’s what I want.  To be yours…forever.”

I leaned over him and kissed him on the mouth.  “Forever, Jacob.  And not that I’m complaining, but why the sudden change of heart?  Last weekend, you were telling me how wrong it was.”

He studied me for a moment.  “I can’t resist you anymore and I’m tired of trying.  Do I still think your dad would beat the hell out of me if he were alive?  Yeah, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you.  I need you.  I can’t live without you, Maddie.”

He cupped my face and gave me a rough kiss.  “It’s not gonna be easy.  People are going to talk about us.  You know that, right?”

“Let them talk.  I don’t care what they say.”

“As soon as you’re finished school, we’ll get married.  That’ll shut them up.”

“You- you want to marry me?”

“Mine forever, Mads.  I wasn’t joking about that.  After we’re married, you can do your dental hygienist thing for a few years before I knock you up.”

I blinked at him.  “I – pregnant?”

“You don’t want kids?”

“No, I do.  I love kids.  I just – you want me to have your baby?”

He grinned at me.  “I want you to have six of my babies.”

“Um, we need to negotiate that.  I’m not having six kids.”

“Five?”

“Two.”

“Four?”

“Three, maybe.”

He gave me a contented look.  “Three is a good number.  I love you, Mads.”

I relaxed against him, resting my head on his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart.  “I love you too, Jacob.”

 

* * *

 

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The Bartender

Working Men Series

(Book Three)

 

Copyright © 2018 Ramona Gray

 

Rachel

 

“Ms. Banks, I can’t find the book.”

I moved around the desk and followed the little girl across the library to the children’s section.  “It’s supposed to be right here, but it isn’t.”

I scanned the shelf before studying the one above it. “Here it is, Emily.  It just got shelved wrong.”

“Isn’t it your job to shelve it right?”  The seven-year-old cocked her eyebrow at me and I swallowed down my urge to laugh.

“Everyone makes mistakes.”

“I guess.”  She took the book and then smiled at me.  “Sorry, Ms. Banks.  I wasn’t trying to be mean.  You’re a real good librarian.”

“Thank you, Emily.

“Emily?  Em!  C’mon, let’s go.  Mom’s waiting for us in the car.”  Her older brother, Ethan, was waving at her from across the library.  “C’mon, dummy!”

“Be quiet, Ethan!”  Emily yelled.  “You’re not supposed to yell in the library!”

“You’re yelling too!”

Emily gave me a do-you-see-how-I-suffer look before marching toward the desk.  “I just gotta check this book out and then I’m ready.”

Ethan tossed the football he was holding into the air and caught it.  “Fine.  I’m gonna go wait in the car with Mom.”

Emily waited patiently as I scanned her card and her book into the system.  I tucked a bookmark into the book and handed it to her.  “Remember, it’s due back in fourteen days.”

“I know.  Hey, Ms. Banks?”

“Yes?”

“Why aren’t you married?  Is it because you’re a librarian?”

“Why would you think that?”

She shrugged.  “Ethan says that librarians never get married.  They just go to work and then sit at home with their twelve cats.  Do you have a cat, Ms. Banks?”

“No, I’m allergic.  And not being married doesn’t have anything to do with being a librarian.  Plenty of librarians are married, Emily.”

“Okay.”  She turned and walked away, apparently having lost interest in why I wasn’t married.

I watched her go, a small smile on my face, before glancing around the library.  For a Saturday afternoon, it was surprisingly empty.  Normally Saturday was our busiest day.  A group of seniors usually met up after lunch to read the magazines and gossip quietly.  The computer room was almost always full and there was usually a table or two of students, their text books and tablets and laptops covering most of the table.

This afternoon, there was only three people in the computer room, the seniors had never showed up, and half a dozen people perused the books.  I walked to the cart of books at the end of the biography aisle and began to shelve them. 

I whirled around, my heart thudding in my chest.  There was no one behind me.  His deep voice was just in my head.  The way it had been nearly every hour since I’d left Ren’s Bar last night.  Driving me insane.  Making me lose sleep and not eat and shelve the damn books wrong.  It was stupid to even think he was here.  He never came to the library.

I shook my head to clear it and shelved the book I was holding before grabbing another.

No one looks at you, no one touches you, no one fucks you, but me.  Is that clear, sweetheart?  Say it.

“No one fucks me, but you, Ren.”  I murmured before looking around.  Thank God there was no one near me.  I rested my burning forehead against the shelf of books.  The temptation to go back, to relive that moment from last night, was too hard to resist.  I closed my eyes and let it consume me.

 

* * *

 

“You’re gorgeous.  You know that, right?”  Elliott was holding me too tightly as we danced, his gaze glued to my exposed cleavage.

I tried to wiggle back a little.  I was starting to regret coming to the bar tonight.  I had gone to Ren’s bar for two reasons.  One – to support my best friend Madison, who was trying to make her crush jealous and two – to try and make my crush jealous.  I had failed miserably at it.  Despite dressing sexier than I normally did – okay, maybe that was an exaggeration.  I was still wearing my hair up in a bun and my round ass and chunky thighs were completely covered by my tights and ankle-length skirt.  But, I had let Madison convince me to wear a shirt that was four sizes too small and barely covered my breasts.

Anyway, it was a waste of energy.  I’d been lusting after Ren Parker for months.  I’d even had the silly idea that he would be the one I’d give my virginity to even though he’d never once looked at me like he wanted me.  So, when Madison told me of her plan to make Jacob jealous, I’d temporarily lost my mind and decided to try the same thing with Ren.

Only it hadn’t – wasn’t – working.  Whenever I went to Ren’s bar, he usually at least acknowledged me, but tonight he hadn’t looked at me once.  It was like he was deliberately avoiding me.  I shouldn’t have been as hurt as I was.  I don’t think I’d had a single conversation with the man beyond, “Hi.  Nice weather, huh?”, but I was hurt. 

Hurt enough that I decided I was taking Elliott home and using him to get rid of my pesky virginity once and for all.  I was twenty-three years old and still being a virgin was starting to be embarrassing.  I was self-conscious about my looks, but Elliott seemed to be a boob guy. Maybe he’d be so busy with them, he wouldn’t notice how round my stomach was or how thick my thighs were.

Of course, now I was second-guessing my decision to screw Elliott.  It wasn’t just the way he couldn’t stop leering at my breasts.  It was his bad breath, his blank look when I’d asked him what his favourite book was, the erection he wasn’t even trying to disguise as we danced.  Did I really want to give up my v-card to someone who didn’t even read for pleasure?

Ren liked to read.  I’d never seen him at the library, but I’d seen him at the coffee shop a few times with a book.  A real book.  Not a tablet or an e-reader, but a paper book.  It was totally snobby of me, but knowing that he liked to read, knowing that he liked to read paper books, made me even more attracted to him.  Like, wet in the pussy, tingly in the nipples, attracted to him.

What can I say?  Hot guys who read, turn me on.

“Did you hear me?”  Elliott asked

I tried to smile.  “Uh, thanks for the compliment.  Listen, do you think you could stop holding me so – oh!”

My arm was taken in a firm grip and I was pulled away from Elliott so hard that I stumbled in my sensible heels.  I stared at the man holding my arm.  “Ren?  What are you doing?”

“You’re touching what’s mine.”  Ren wasn’t even looking at me.  He was glaring daggers at Elliott and the younger man immediately took a step back, holding up his hands.

“Hey, she never said she had a guy.”

“I don’t,” I said.  “He’s not my -”

“Hush, Rachel.”

I hushed.  It wasn’t so much what Ren said, but how he said it.  I wasn’t one for blind obedience to a man, but the tone of Ren’s voice had me shutting my mouth with a snap.

“You don’t ever touch her again.  Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Elliott said a bit sullenly.

“Let’s go,” Ren said to me.

“Go where?”

He didn’t reply, just started off the dance floor.  He was still holding my arm and I had no choice but to follow him.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jacob standing behind Madison.  Ren was leading me into his office and just before he closed the door, I saw Madison put her arm around Jacob’s waist.

The door shut, and Ren dropped my arm.  His office was small, and Ren was a big man.  I backed up nervously when he stepped toward me, but my butt hit the edge of his desk almost immediately and I was trapped.

“What are you doing, Rachel?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“This.”  One finger brushed against the exposed swell of my right breast and I moaned.  I couldn’t help it.

He gave me a hard grin.  “Why are you showing off what belongs to me?”

“I – what?”

“These.  Belong.  To.  Me.”  With a quick flick of his fingers, he flicked open the button that was straining to stay closed over my breasts.  My shirt gaped open and I automatically lifted my arms to cover my breasts.

“No.”  He blocked my attempt.  “Arms at your side, sweetheart.”

My arms dropped, and he studied my breasts barely covered by my bright red bra.  It was a demi-cup with lace edging and he traced the edging with his fingers.  “Your tits belong to me.  Stay it, Rachel.”

I shook my head mutely, but I didn’t even try to stop him when he tugged on the edges of both cups of my bra.  My nipples popped out like they’d been waiting all night for him.  He made a low noise in the back of his throat that made my lower muscles clench and my pussy flutter.

“My nipples.  Say it.”

“No, I can’t say that.  I can’t – ohh!”

He pulled on my nipples, forcing me to move closer to him as pain and pleasure flooded my body.

“Mine.”  His voice was matter-of-fact.  His mouth came crashing down on mine before I could protest.  My lips parted for his tongue and I stood stock-still for a moment.  Ren was kissing me.  Ren has his tongue in my mouth like he owned it.  Ren was cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples and holy mother of Mary, it was the hottest moment of my life.

I threw my arms around his shoulders and pressed up against him.  His long fingers tugged down my bra cups until my large breasts were completely exposed.  He tugged at my nipples again as he angled his mouth over mine and kissed me deep.  I let him take what he wanted from me, rubbing myself like an eager little slut against his obvious erection.

He pulled back and I shuddered all over at the look in his eyes.  He was normally so calm, so laid-back and almost sweet.  There was nothing sweet in his gaze now.

“These are my tits.”  He gave them a hard squeeze.  “Say it.”

“They’re yours.”  My voice was a whisper but steady enough.

“That’s right, sweetheart.  And are you going to show them to anyone else?”

“No.”

“Good.  I’m the only one who gets to see your tits.”

“Okay.”  I wanted him to rub my nipples again, but he frowned and gave them a little pinch.

“Say it, Rachel.”

“You’re the only one who gets to see them.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re yours.”

“That’s right.”  He turned me around to face the desk with a swiftness that surprised me.

I ground my ass against his erection and he pinched my nipples again.  “Be good, sweetheart.”  He kissed my neck before sucking lightly.  “Do you have any idea how tempted I am to mark your soft skin?  To send you back out in the bar with my teeth marks all over your throat, so that everyone knows you’re mine?”

“Ren, please.  I – I should go.”  I was so turned on, the crotch of my panties was soaking wet.  I decided it was probably better to get out of his office before he figured out just how hot his claim of ownership was making me.

I realized with horror that he was pushing his hand under the waistband of my skirt.  As it slid into my tights and panties, I tried to wrench away.  “Ren, wait.”

“No.”  Just that one word made my pussy clench.  His foot kicked my legs apart and then his hand was cupping my pussy.  For the first time in my life, a hand other than my own was touching my pussy.

I froze against him as he made a low chuckle and his other hand cupped my breast.  “Look how wet you are for me.”

“Ren, I… oh my God!”

His rough fingertips had found my swollen clit and I shamefully began to writhe and beg immediately.  “Please, oh please.”

“You want to cum, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Who else has touched you like this?  Who else has made you cum on their fingers?”

“N-no one.”

“Good.”  The pleased tone in his voice made me gush liquid into his hand.  “We’re going to keep it that way.  No one ever touches your pussy, but me.  Do you understand? “

“Yes,” I moaned.  “No one touches me, but you.”

“Well done, sweetheart.  Now just a few more,” he paused and ran the tip of one finger against the side of my clit, “clarifications, and then I’ll let you cum.  Okay?”

“Okay,” I panted.  I wiggled against his hand, trying to move his fingers against my clit and he gave my wet pussy lips a little slap that sent lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine.

“Stop trying to get off, sweetheart, and pay attention.”

“Please,” I moaned.

“Pay attention.”  He reached up and plucked the two sticks from my hair.  My hair fell out of the bun and he made a low noise of appreciation.  “So pretty.  I love your hair, sweetheart.”  He petted the long strands before burying his face in it and breathing deep.

“Thank you,” I whispered.  “Please, can I cum now?”

His fingers, his deliciously rough fingers were still circling my clit.  “Soon.  Listen carefully, Rachel.  Are you listening?”

“Yes.”  I arched my back, straining into his touch when he cupped my breast again.

“Your virginity is mine, Rachel.  Mine to take, mine to own.”

I stiffened against him and he made a soothing noise before gently caressing my breast.  “It’s mine.  Do you agree?”

“Ren, I – oh, oh my gosh!”

His fingers were rubbing my clit again and I was on the verge of my climax when he stopped.

“No!”  I was almost crying for my relief, my body shaking and my nipples so hard they were painful. 

“Do you agree, Rachel?”

“Yes,” I moaned, “yes, my virginity is yours.”

“Good, sweetheart.”

“Please touch me.”

“No one looks at you, no one touches you, no one fucks you, but me.  Is that clear, sweetheart?  Say it.”

“No one fucks me, but you, Ren.”  At that point, I would have opened the door and shouted it to the entire bar if he’d asked me to.

His fingers pinched my clit, pinched and then pulled and I cried out as my climax washed over me like a tidal wave.  My body shook, my knees buckled, and I would have fallen to the floor if Ren hadn’t held me up with an arm around my waist.  I shuddered and moaned as Ren slid his hand free.

“Bend over, sweetheart.”  He pressed on my lower back and I bent over the desk obediently, my breasts pressing against the smooth wood.  Ren was pulling up my skirt and I stared wide-eyed at the wall.  Holy shit.  I was about to have sex with Ren Parker.  He was going to take my virginity and –

“Fuck.”

My skirt was almost over my ass and I looked over my shoulder in confusion when Ren tugged it back down.  “Ren?”

“Stand up.”

I straightened. My legs were still shaking, and I weaved a bit when he turned me around.  Regret, lust and what looked like anger crossed his face as he quickly popped my breasts back into my bra and buttoned my shirt again.  He scowled at how much of my breasts were still showing before reaching down and adjusting his cock.

“Ren?  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.  You need to go home.”

“What?”  I stared at him in numb disbelief.  “No, wait.  I – aren’t we going to have sex?”

He shook his head and I chewed at my bottom lip.  “But, you said my virginity was yours.”

His groan and the way he clenched his fists only confused me more.  “You need to leave, Rachel.”

“I don’t understand.  What did I do wrong?  I – if you tell me what I did wrong, I won’t do it again.”

“No, it’s not…” His gaze drifted to my breasts again and he reached down and adjusted his cock again.  “For Christ sake, Rachel.  Will you just please do what I say and go the fuck home?”

Hurt flooded through me and I turned and fled his office.

 

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