She took a breath and hopped down off the desk, fixing her skirt. “Oh, don’t be a little bitch. It was just a little something to keep you still for a little bit. I just needed to get you off me.”
I gripped the fucking chair, breathing through my nose, trying to my best calm the fuck down. Goddammit! Ugh, my cock twitched angrily at losing the chance to get off when I was so fucking close. Closing my eyes, I tried to think of anything to calm down but could only remember the feeling of her pussy tightly squeezing against me.
Jesus!
“You evil little—”
Her lips were on mine, her tongue already in my mouth, and like an idiot, I fell back into the same trap. “I will get on my hands and knees right now and take you in my mouth. All you have to do is stop playing dumb with me,” she whispered.
She was such a fucking hypocrite.
“It wasn’t that serious, Calli,” I said, trying to ignore the mental image she just put in my head. “And yet, you went to an extreme.”
“Didn’t you hear, Boss?” she questioned, her hand teasing my side. “It’s my first official day as Mrs. Callahan, and I’ve read that the most important job for a new wife is to get her husband under her thumb.”
To prove herself, she put her thumb on the tip of me.
“You know I will get you back for this,” I sneered.
“And here I thought I was paying you back already.” She grinned, and it was only then that I remembered last year. When I fucked her, slapping her ass, the toy…she’d sworn she’d get me back.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Calli? It’s been a fucking year.” Everything else was just a pretext to get me back?
“I couldn’t sit for a week!” she said to me.
She’d waited a year. A damn year just to sexually frustrate and torture me like this.
“Calli,” I said, slowly taking in as much as I could. “Next time, you will need a goddamn new motherfucking ass when I get you…ahh!” I hissed when she squeezed me again.
“No need for threats.” She giggled and leaned in closer. “You’re learning a valuable lesson here, Boss.”
“And what is that? Never follow my wife into her weapons closet?”
“No,” she replied, leaning into me, “never think your wife will let you off the hook.”
I swallowed. It was one of the few things I could still move…my dick being the other, but that seemed to be getting harder despite how badly I was trying to keep calm, and she wasn’t helping by touching me.
“Beg for me?” she whispered, her face close to mine.
“At this point, I’d rather have my dick fall off.” It was because I was thinking with the wrong head that I had fallen into this in the beginning.
“Ethan,” she kissed my lips and put her forehead on mine, “falling into my traps is much more fun than anyone else’s. Give in.”
“It’s not in my nature.”
“Nature or nurture, I wonder which will win here,” she said, dropping to her knees, and I held my breath. I felt myself jerk forward when her tongue licked the side of me.
God help me with this woman.
I’d never be able to work at this rate.
She was like a drug; she clouded everything else.
7
“Know your place in people's lives and act accordingly
It’s not pride, it’s self-respect.”