“Tut-tut, Gemma, not a pleasant face,” remarked Jason, shaking his head. “Come here.”
Barely two steps separated us, but he made me come to him. I sensed his little game hadn’t finished. I moved, keeping my back to Mark.
“Lift your skirt above your knees,” growled Jason softly, deepening his tone.
I pinched the fabric between my trembling fingers and thumbs and hitched the hem up. He navigated around my skirt ends and slid his smooth palm along my inner thigh, forcing my legs apart. Throughout his exploration, I’d locked my eyes on his, but when he grazed my sensitive, pierced hood, I dropped my gaze, letting out a small gasp.
I winced as he entered my tight hole, prising open the entrance with a finger then two fingers. My slick interior aided his penetration, and I raised my heels, perching my weight on my tiptoes as his fingers reached deeper, higher and seeking out my…. Oh my God! He’d found my sex spot. I grabbed hold of his shoulders.
With my mouth opening and shutting silently, Jason frigged me in full view of my accountant. I hooked my leg around his calf, spreading my legs and balanced precariously on one foot.
Fuck, I’m shameless!
He held my ponytail with his other hand, forcing my head back. I saw a determined look on his face, almost an expectation—a slight parting of his lips, quickening breaths and widening eyes. I understood. He wanted me to demonstrate to Mark who owned me, so, in the future, when I was in the company of my accountant, we both had no doubts about my place. Jason made his point with flair, driving his fingers deep inside my sopping channel and tickling my ignition point.
“Master,” I whimpered. I didn’t care what Mark witnessed, what he heard said between Jason and I. “Please....”
My rational thoughts cleaved themselves from my surroundings. I had the sensations of rising off the floor, while my molten core fizzed with an effervescent need to come.
Jason nuzzled his nose next to my earlobe. “Baby, you’re doing good.” He removed his fingers, and, before my eyes, he rubbed the glistening digits together, smearing my pussy nectar t
hen he pressed the tips to my lips. “Suck.”
I opened my mouth and sucked, drawing his slender fingers down my throat, and I responded in the same way as a blow job, pleasuring my man with my tongue and lips. I moaned, clinging onto his steely frame.
“You’re my little whore, aren’t you?” he whispered.
“Yes, Master.” I slurped around my words. “I’m your slut.”
“Do you want it?” He edged his tone into seductive territory.
“Yes. Sir,” I gasped. He’d returned his hand under my skirt and brushed against the gold pin piercing my hood, and it buzzed as if it he’d electrocuted me. While he tugged on my ponytail with one hand and stroked my slit with the other, I felt close to coming.
“Take it then.” He removed the stroking fingers from my wet folds.
The intensity of the orgasm caused my knees to buckle underneath me and he lowered me, using my hair as a guide and my legs folded until I knelt on the floor at his feet—a little ball of sexual fallout radiating by his Bally leather shoes. I would have licked them if he’d asked me. He dropped my ponytail, and I sat on my haunches, panting with the rippling after-effect of my orgasm.
I had impressed him—I’d come on his command. A gold star for me. I crumpled his trousers in my fists and rested my forehead against his thigh. Jason patted my head.
Mark leaned over his desk to look down at me. “Impressive,” he commented, drawing his lips together.
“A newly acquired skill she’s been working on,” said Jason. “Not always this successful, I admit.” He bent down and picked up my handbag.
“Poor thing was quite worried she wouldn’t be ready for you.”
Poor thing! I bristled but couldn’t find the words to protest.
“Did she? Sweet,” said Jason with a mocking edge. “She doesn’t like to disappoint me. Whatever she did, it seemed to have worked.”
“I’ve no idea. Sat there like a statue.”
“Knowing my little subbie, she was in her world of imaginative fucks. Probably hoping I would fuck her over this table with you watching. Tempting, but not on the menu today.” He prodded me with his toe. “Not denying it, are you?”
“No, Master.” I didn’t see the point in lying, I’d no more shame to give. Ridiculously, the desire to be used in that room almost overwhelmed. However, it was time to go, and Jason eased me back up onto my wobbly legs. My skirt dropped down, and I smoothed the ruffles out.
“We’ll leave you in peace, Mark. You should join us for a meal one evening,” said Jason, taking my arm.
I grinned inanely. “Sure, come to dinner.” I’d no idea why I said it, as if it made a difference to have my agreement.