She obeys, and damn, she feels good. It’s not like sliding into her wet cunt, but the sensation is intense and hot. Her tits are luscious, and when she squeezes them together they make a succulent glove for my dick.
I continue to slide between her breasts, and she continues to flick her tongue over the tip with each thrust.
I suck in a breath to maintain control, and then I thrust upward harder, sliding the head of my cock between her lips.
Now I’m fucking her mouth—that gorgeous, sexy mouth—and I swear to God…
Thrust, thrust, thrust…
No, I don’t want to come yet.
I yank my dick out of her mouth before I burst and pull her up by her shoulders.
“Your jeans, Skye. Get those fucking jeans off. Now.”
She glances toward the door.
It’s not locked, but I don’t care. No one will come in without knocking. And if they do? Well, they’ll never make that mistake again.
Quickly, Skye gets rid of her shoes, socks, and jeans.
I flip her around. “Put one knee up on the chair, Skye.”
She obeys, and swiftly I thrust my cock inside her.
She lets out a slow groan, and for a moment, I simply appreciate her beauty, her nakedness, the sweet suction of her pussy around me.
In the next instant, she looks over her shoulder and grabs my tie, yanking me down toward her. She thrusts her tongue between my lips. I fuck her as we kiss, groaning into her mouth.
She’s exerting control, and I should resist.
But damn, it’s so fucking hot.
Her boobs dangle, slapping against her naked chest. I break the kiss then and grab both of her tits, squeezing each nipple. Her skin is like the finest silk, and her nipples are hard and taut.
I could release right now without any further stimulation. Just the feel of her, just her beauty…
But not yet.
She reaches downward to her vulva—
“No!”
She freezes.
If she thinks she deserves any release, she’s sorely mistaken—not after what she pulled today. She barged into my office, interrupted an important conference. And for what? To accuse me of dumping her if she didn’t acquiesce to all my desires? To demand, once again, that I divulge everything that happened between Addie and me?
Has Skye forgotten who controls her pleasure? Who controls her punishment?
Not for long.
“You don’t get to come today,” I say.
She moves her hand down again.
Damn it. Her disobedience angers me…and it also fuels my desire.
“I said no.” I grab both of her hands behind her, holding them in one of mine, and then I loosen my burgundy tie and remove it from my neck. I quickly bind her wrists together behind her back. “When I say no, Skye, I mean no.”
“You also said you wouldn’t take me in anger.”
For that comment, I spank her ass. As much as I want to continue, I keep it to one smack. The silk of her flesh and the sting on my palm drives me as I shove my cock into her once more.
I nip at her neck, savor the salty sweetness of her skin beneath my lips.
I’m so fucking angry.
I love her so much.
Need her so much.
Want her so much.
I want to take my time. Savor her. Show her every bit of pleasure as I take my own.
But I hold myself in check.
I don’t play with her nipples anymore. I’m on one track now. I just fuck her.
“Damn it, Skye,” I say, panting. “Damn what you do to me.”
She lets out a soft moan.
“Do you know how much I want to eat you right now? Eat all that cream out of you and suck on your clit until you come all over my face? Do you think it’s any fun for me not to let you come? Do you?” I slap her ass again. “Answer me. Damn it, answer me!”
“I… I…”
Smack!
The sting to my palm… The redness on her perfect ass…
Her body is warm against mine, flushed with a beautiful pink hue. The succulent aroma of her juices wafts toward me, and I inhale.
She’s so ready, and with only one slight flick of my finger, I could give her the ultimate orgasm.
So tempting… She’s so beautiful when she comes, and the contractions of her pussy feel amazing around my cock.
Just one flick…
“Please, Braden. Please let me come.”
No, damn it. Just…no.
I give her one last hard thrust and release inside her walls. With every pulse of my cock, I give her more of myself. Lose more of myself.
And I do it gladly.
Even though I don’t want to do it gladly.
“I fucking love you, Skye. I shouldn’t, but I do.”
I stay embedded inside her for a moment, reveling in the sheer completeness.
Until I grab the handkerchief out of my pocket and push it into her hand. After she cleans herself, she turns around, naked, and meets my gaze.
I hate what I have to do. I don’t want to hurt her, but we can’t continue if she doesn’t trust me. This will break me, but I’ll survive.