My eyes drift down to her still wet asshole, just begging for more of me. Bringing a thumb to my mouth I wet it before bringing it down, pressing on the tight ring. She groans and clenches.
“Don’t tense,” I warn, letting saliva dribble out of my mouth onto her ass. She tightens again but slowly loosens as I rub my thumb in lazy circles. My cock throbs inside of her as I press the digit in and hear her gasp. Pressing in deeply, I wiggle it around, preparing her for what’s next.
Not that the bitch deserves the preparation, but I want her screams of pleasure and pain.
My thumb easily moves in and out of her tight hole, her groans becoming moans. I feel myself getting close again, so I pull out, not ready for this to end. My hand goes down to my dick and squeezes, a hiss escaping me as I look down at her sprawled form, her perfect, wet asshole and pussy on display for me. When she darts a glance behind her, my hand shoots out and presses her neck back into the desk.
“Keep your head down,” I tell her as I line my cock up with her perfect little ass. Her mouth parts, and I see the quick flash of fear in her eyes. I throw my head back as I press forward and my dick pops inside her. I grin as I push into her, reveling the look of uncertainty and pain as her nails dig for purchase on the smooth surface.
“You can take it,” I encourage her. She grunts as I press in deeper.
“That’s a girl. I’m your master, so you’ll take it how I give it.”
I feel her clench at my words, smiling as her body grants me entry the rest of the way. With my balls pressed up to her ass, I stop and relish the feeling of being completely inside her tight hole. She lets out a whimper.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I grab her hips once more and begin to move.
“Not going to last long,” I rasp. Her hands reach around to my wrists, the only place she can, and she holds on as I fuck her ass without mercy. I grasp her hands as her red nails dig into my skin, drawing blood. I hiss but don’t stop her, the pain only enhancing the pleasure. I feel my balls tighten quickly, my breaths becoming ragged as I pour into her.
I don’t move for a moment, letting myself twitch and soften inside her before I pull out. There’s a wet sound as I do, but I ignore it and the mess. She crumples a bit and falls back to her knees, a dazed but content look on her face.
When my hand comes down to rest gently on her head, she turns her head to look up at me, displaying the softest expression I’ve seen on her face yet as she leans her head against my thigh.
“You look like you needed that,” I comment, and she actually blushes, my dick jumping at the sight of those red cheeks.
“Yeah,” is all she says back before clearing her throat. She starts to rise but stumbles, and I catch her elbow. Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I forget about the rest.
Forget about who she is, who I am. I forget about the job I was hired to do and why I’m really here.
Those big, fucking blue eyes somehow look into my goddamn soul, and I forget to breath for a second.
The moment is broken by a knock at the door. Ginger frowns and walks around the desk, grabbing her phone and clicking a few times.
“It’s Hannah,” she mutters after a moment, putting the phone down. “Come in,” she calls out, despite the fact she’s wearing only a lacy bra, my cum still in her asshole sure to drip out any moment. My dick is still out of my pants, and though I don’t really care, I do start to put him away as the little blonde walks in.
She freezes in the doorway.
“Shut it behind you,” Ginger scolds her, walking across the room toward the small bar, completely unashamed of her nakedness. “What do you need?”
I look over at the other woman whose face is crimson, her eyes on the floor.
“I was just coming to see if you needed anything else tonight,” she mutters awkwardly. I look over to Ginger who has finished pouring two glasses and is now walking over to me. After handing me one, I hold up the glass in thanks then bring it to my nose. Whiskey. Damn good whiskey. I take a deep sip, appreciating the fine liquor.
“I do, actually,” Ginger says after taking a sip of her own. “I just messaged you a few items I need. You can grab them then meet me back here.”
Hannah bobs her head then practically runs out of the room. I watch after her.
“How long has that one worked for you?” I ask after she’s gone. Ginger turns to me with a confused look.
“I don’t know, a few months, I suppose. Hard to find a good assistant in this industry,” she says as she walks over to her discarded clothes, picking up the ripped thong with two fingers. She gives me a look, and I shrug. She sighs, picking up the skirt and pulling it up without underwear.
“And you’ve vetted her?” I continue.
Ginger pauses, turning back to me slowly.
“Why are you asking me this?” Her voice is low, all bits of humor gone. I take another sip of my whiskey, stirring it around in the glass.
“I wondered if it was that piece of shit brother of yours who hired her, that’s all,” I reply and watch as her nostrils flare.