Page 122 of The Boss Upstairs
“Yes,” he says happily. “I’d like that. I promise I won’t bite you again. I want you to be bruise-free.”
“Yes, right… you say that,” I tell him. “Until the next time.”
“I may have a problem. I admit it.”
I smile as he unclasps my bra and frees my breasts. He takes them in his hands and rubs my nipples, driving me wild in the process. “God, you are so sexy,” he breathes, his words lost in my hair.
My chest aches, feels heavy. I feel it low in my belly. I want him again. “Can we… fuck first?”
“My, my, my… sweet grasshopper. Such language,” he teases. “But yes, we can definitely fuck first.”
“Just like this,” I whisper and bend down over the edge of the bed. I press the palms of my hands against the bed cover. “Take me from behind.”
He wastes no time. His fly is undone, and his hard cock is free in the flash of a second. He’s gentle when he drops butterfly kisses down the length of my spine. I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his lips on my skin. I’m so lost in the sensation, I don’t even notice that he’s managed to restrain both my wrists in his large hand. With the other, he slaps my bum. I smile and enjoy the delicious mix of pain and arousal. The sound of the slaps reverberate against the walls of the room, and I wonder if Rosetta can hear them.
He rubs the sting gently, and kisses it softly. “Good girl,” he whispers. I wait eagerly, legs spread slightly, my body anxiously awaiting his touch. He is driving me absolutely insane. But sure enough, as soon as his hand slides along the inside of my thigh and finally touches my wet pussy, my whole body melts. I’ve never felt this with anyone, not even Donovan. It scares me. I’m completely under this man’s control, hypnotized by him, fully lost to him. I’ve never given anyone so much power over my emotions and physical sensations. He could completely destroy me with just a few words, and he could hurt me, and I would willingly let him. I would let him take me places I’ve never been, places I’m scared to go to. That’s how much power he has over me.
He slides his finger along my sweet spot leisurely, teasingly, knowing he’s driving me wild. He gives me pleasure, but quickly takes it away. That’s his game. And I’m his toy. My eyes are closed, and I don’t see his expression but I know exactly what it looks like; playful and impish. “You’re so wet, sweetie,” he says softly. “So many things I want to do to you… I can’t decide.”
Oh God…
“Tell me what you want, sweetie.”
I swallow hard. “I want… you to make me come.”
He keeps teasing, trailing his hand along my sex, nearing but not quite exploring. My whole body wants it so bad, I can barely tolerate it. And he knows exactly what torture he’s putting me through. He’s enjoying every second of it. He gets off on the teasing, on the control and domination. He’s in charge of my pleasure, and he thinks I won’t take it into my hands. I’m just not that bold.
But he’s wrong. I smile playfully as I reach for my pussy. I can’t believe how wet I am. I moan as I stroke myself. But before I can even bring myself anywhere close to orgasm, he grabs my wrist and pulls it back. “Uh-uh…” he says, and I hear the laughter in his voice. “Boss Man is in charge of that. I do all the work here.”
I laugh.
He’s got my hands in a wristlock again, and I struggle just to be bratty. Because he loves when I’m a bit bratty. I struggle harder but I still can’t free myself as he grips my wrists harder. Sometimes his strength surprises me.
“Settle down, sweetie,” he breathes against my ear. “I won’t make you wait too much longer. I’ve played enough.”
Finally.
He slides his hand along my folds gently and skillfully. He brings me to the edge so fast, I’m taken aback but how swiftly my body responds to his touch. I moan my pleasure as the amazing sensation slides along my spine and stretches to my extremities, wanting him to know how good he makes me feel.
“Wait for me,” he commands. “Don’t let go quite yet.”
His hand leaves me, and I crave its return. When I feel his hard-on slide up against my wetness, I melt onto the bed. A loud moan escapes me as he ventures inside me. “Not yet,” he warns.
He sinks slowly into me, and my whole body responds instantly. “Wait for me,” he says again, but I’m not sure I can. He manages to be both hard and gentle as he thrusts into me and brings me closer and closer. I grasp onto the bed covers hard, taking him inside me, enjoying every second, wanting to climax so badly. “C-can I now?” I ask, breathless.
“Yes, baby. I want to hear you.”
I rub my pussy to edge myself along. And before long, we both come, and it is glorious. So glorious, my legs shake afterwards. When I finally come to, I crawl onto the bed.
“Wow,” he says.
I turn to face him. “Wow is right.”
He’s already zipped up, and he reaches for his phone. “Can I take some photos now?” he asks. “You look very sexy, all flushed and freshly fucked.”
I smile. “Sure, but remember… tasteful.”
