Page 6 of Leverage & Obedience
When his tongue plunges inside me, he grips my ass with both hands and spreads me wider, groaning against my clit. He eats me like he’s been craving this all day—tongue swirling inside me before returning to my clit and nibbling so softly I want to scream. The scratch of his stubble sends tingles through me. My thighs tense and my toes curl as I inch closer to my orgasm. I’m going to come on my boss’s face. That thought alone almost finishes me.
Before I explode, he stops. I whine pathetically and shiver from the stolen orgasm.
“Not yet.” He stands, and I hear his belt buckle and zipper. “You don’t come until I’m inside you.” His hand settles on my hip. “Birth control?”
“Pill. I’m on it.”
His voice is rough. “I’m clean. Tested in the spring and no partners since.”
“Me too. Six weeks ago, all clean.”
Holy hell, I know what he’s asking. I want to feel his cum, not a fucking condom. My pussy clenches. I haven’t fucked a man bare in years, and the thought of Bren’s cock sliding into me with nothing in the way is making me wetter than the spanking did. Going back to my desk dripping his cum is the right kind of filthy.
I wiggle my ass. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Good,” he groans. “Because I don’t have a condom.”
The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance and holds there. I push back, trying to take him, but his hand on my hip pins me. My pussy flutters around the tip.
“Please.” I don’t care that I’m begging.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
With one fierce thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, and I cry out, “Ohhhhh, fuck.”
God, he’s thick. He’s stretching me out, pinging every nerve ending deep inside. My mouth falls open as I give a long moan from the intense bliss.
“That’s my good slut,” he says before he starts to fuck me.
The first strokes are slow, rolling thrusts that massage the perfect spot inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, it feels soooo good,” I moan, and he speeds up.
He grasps my hips and yanks me back onto him as he drills into me. The force knocks me against his desk, and his pen cup topples and rolls off the desk. The wet sounds of our fucking and my stifled moans fill the room. I pray to the gods that no one is in the office next to his because I’m losing the ability to stay quiet.
He clutches my long hair in his fist and pulls my head back. I cry out as the sting from my scalp sends a bolt of twisted pleasure straight to my clit. I clench around him hard enough that he groans.
“You’re nothing but my dirty little slut,” he says between thrusts. “Who does this pussy you belong to?”
“I’m renting it,” I try to joke. His hand cracks across my ass hard enough to make me yelp. “You,” I correct, because the slut in me has zero patience. “It belongs to you.”
“And you belong to me now.”
It’s day one. Yes is supposed to be the wrong answer, but my body disagrees. I clench around him and give it to him in one long hiss. “Yessss.”
“Touch yourself,” he commands, tugging my hair again. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
I press my fingers to my clit, and the orgasm crashes through me. My knees buckle from rapture, and my pussy contracts around him in waves. I cry into the crook of my elbow to muffle the sound. Lights flash behind my eyelids, and my brain switches off. He fucks me through it, each thrust extending the pleasure until my gasps turn into sobs.
He groans, “Fuck, Lily,” and slams home one final time. His cock pulses, and he explodes.
A lusty warmth steals over me as he pumps me full of cum. He stays buried, grinding through the last spasms. When I imagine his thick cum coating my insides, I clench around him again.
When he finally pulls out, I collapse forward on the desk. The grain of the wood presses into my cheek, his scent everywhere. The world is a blurry sea of happiness. This desk might be my home now.
Bren’s touch is gentle as he helps me stand. My legs wobble, and he steadies me with a palm on my hip.
