“Perfect,” she heard him declare, as he grabbed her around the hips and lifted her onto her knees. The front of her shoulders were pushed into the back of the sofa. Her hips swayed, her skirt riding up.
“You love this every bit as much as I do,” he breathed against her ear as he climbed over her, arms locked around her. She wriggled in his grasp. To underline his point, he moved one hand to her breast and squeezed her erect nipple through the fabric of her shirt. “You’re turned on. You like being handcuffed, don’t you?”
Capturing her earlobe between his teeth, he bit.
Pleasure shot through her. She wriggled her bottom against him, the feeling of his hard cock through his jeans too delicious. “Maybe.”
“Short skirt again, how convenient.”
“I wear a short skirt because it makes my legs look longer, which makes me look taller. Put a long skirt on me and I look like a dwarf.”
“Well now, is that so?”
“I’m sick of the short jokes from the men in the office,” she added, in explanation.
“I had no idea. All I know is it was driving me mad looking at you in that office, with your short, sexy skirts and your gorgeous legs.”
She suppressed a smile.
Pushing the skirt up over her hips, he bunched the fabric at her waist and stroked her bottom through the lacy fabric of her knickers. “And you liked being spanked back there in the office didn’t you?”
Did she? Her mind flitted back. Yes, when he’d been pushing her underneath the desk. It had been practically impossible for her to sit still under that desk, between his legs, and with her buttock stinging in the most arousing way.
He looped one finger over the top of her knickers, and pulled them off. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
She squeezed her eyes shut, loving his attention and hating it all at once.
“You look so hot when you’re all pensive and thoughtful, it made me want to open your legs and distract you.”
“Well, you managed it, you distracted me good and proper.” She felt the urge to laugh aloud. It felt good, blaming him for the seduction. It felt good letting it out, too.
He stroked and then spanked her exposed buttocks several times, making her gasp. The sting shot through her entire nether region, a moment later altering to a different kind of sensation in her core. Her sex felt heavy and hot, tingling with arousal, as if the spank had lit a touch paper connected to the very quick of her.
“Do you know how hard it is for a man to deal with computer equipment and think about security while he has a hard-on?”
Laughter bubbled up and escaped at the idea of it.
“So the ice queen does have a sense of humor.”
“I’m not an ice queen!”
“Obviously not.” His tone was heavy with humor. “My mistake, so sorry.” He spanked her again, alternating from one buttock to the other, and she moaned loudly, her shoulders shuddering. She couldn’t help herself; it burned in the most arousing way, making her want to wriggle and clench all over. Her upper body jerked up when she felt his fingers exploring her, riding the damp seam of her pussy, chaffing her clit.
“This spanking seems to be making you wet, my dear.” He pushed one finger inside her, and her body clenched at it, eager for the hard intrusion. “Oh, yes, you seem very eager, was it something I said?”
“Everything you said,” she admitted, the words coming out on a sigh as he moved his slippery finger, riding it back and forth, stroking the front wall of her sex. Wave after wave of pleasure suffused her groin, building quickly to a peak. Then he stroked her clit again and her hips jerked, the whisper of pressure on her inflamed clit pushing her to the edge. Her body wavered as the orgasm rocketed through her, leaving her weak and dizzy.
For a moment all was silent but for the sound of her own labored breathing, and then she heard him sigh loudly. “Guess who’s caught in the act this time, Chrissie?”
She glanced back over her shoulder at him. He met her gaze and then looked back down at her exposed pussy. A moment later liquid dribbled down the inside of her thighs. She closed her eyes, tormented, and yet loving it.
“Not even you can deny you’re enjoying this.”
Jolting, she swore aloud. He’d bent down and licked her; right there on her exposed pussy, and as his tongue ran up and down the damp groove her body went taut as a bow, her mind in turmoil. While he pushed his tongue inside her, he ran his hand down the inside of one thigh, then back up the line of the other. Her pelvis reacted, moving instinctively, she wanted him hard inside her, and soon. She whimpered, her face pressed into the sofa back, one knee bashing into the cushion in frustration. She bit into the sofa, but it didn’t help, she still cried aloud with need. “Liam, please…”
Relief hit her when she heard the sound of a condom being opened.
“Here I come,” he warned. First he nudged her legs further apart with his knee. Then, lifting her body around the waist, he hauled her hips back against him. The hard, hot shaft of his erection rested a moment between her folds, maddening her. When he pushed inside her, stretching her to capacity, she collapsed against the sofa. “Liam, I feel as if I’m about to pass out.”