His fingers worked at the clasp of my dress and then the zipper hissed and cold air hit my back. His touch was firm, dominating, but incredibly gentle as he worked the garment from my body. Underneath, I wore only a black lace thong. His breath caught and I heard my dress hit the floor somewhere behind us. Then his hands were on me again, the fabric of his suit pressed against my naked body.
“You want your ass fucked, don’t you?” he murmured in my ear. “Because you know you’ll take it like a good girl and thank me for it when I’m done with you.”
I whimpered, every rational thought driven from my mind.
“Tell me you’ll take it like a good girl,” he said.
I hesitated, delicious shame flooding me.
“Olivia, when I ask you a question, you answer it. Understood? Now, tell me you’ll take it like a good girl?”
My mouth was dry. “I’ll…I’ll take it like a good girl,” I whispered.
“Where are you going to take it?” His voice was smooth as silk. “Where are you going to take my cock, baby?”
My God, my body was on fire. He slid his hand, his lean fingers spread wide, over my hip and under my lace thong. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my ass, kneading it hard enough to make me wince.
“Where am I going to fuck you?” he pressed.
“My ass,” I whispered, mortified.
He brushed a kiss between my shoulder blades, trailing his mouth down to my lower back. Every nerve in my body trembled at his touch and my knees shook like they were about to give out. He lifted my panties from my hips and slid them slowly down my legs, his fingers brushing against my sensitive flesh with every inch. I whimpered and he gave a soft growl of satisfaction.
I heard his chair pull closer and I looked up. It was then that I noticed the mirror directly across from the desk, my reflection gazing back at me with with glittering eyes and a flushed face. He sank down behind me and his eyes fixed on my body, naked and bent over his desk before him.
I closed my eyes as his fingers slid up my thighs and parted me. Yes, I knew he had seen that part of me during sex, but this was the first time he had directed all of his attention to it. I was ashamed to admit it, but it filled me with such an intense pleasure to know he was looking at me there. He did nothing for a long moment and then his wet fingertip circled my asshole and I gasped, my eyes widening.
“You’re so tight,” he said, teasing the sensitive skin. “But we’ll loosen you up, make it feel good for you. Make you come around me.”
He bent his head and then his hot tongue slid over my tight hole. My fingers dug into the desk so hard they turned white and stars blinked in my vision as blood rushed through my body, pooling between my thighs.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
He flicked his tongue, teasing the sensitive skin, sending bolts of pleasure down my thighs. With one hand, he cupped my pussy, his middle fingers finding my clit and working it gently. His tongue lapped over me in short, soft strokes, caressing me the way he always did with my clit. Deep within my hips, an orgasm began building.
I moaned, tension rising hard and fast. This was extraordinary, every touch like fireworks across my sensitive skin, every pass of his hot tongue sending more wet arousal down my thigh. The hot coil between my legs was building, tightening, drawing so close that my body shook.
Then he pulled back and stood abruptly. An audible gasp burst from my mouth and I turned, but he kept me still with a firm hand to my upper back.
“Eyes ahead,” he said.
Frustrated, soaking wet, and still shaking, I turned back to the mirror. He took something from the drawer and I heard a bottle cap snap off and then cold liquid slid over my ass and pussy. His fingers swiped over me, gathering it, and circled my asshole. Biting my lip, I arced my spine, the sensation like fireworks through my body.
“I’m going to put my fingers into you first,” he breathed. “You know how to tell me to stop if you need it. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered, nodding almost frantically.
“Relax,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Think about coming on my cock, think about my tongue on your little pussy, think about whatever made you so wet when you sat on my face and dripped into my mouth.”
A dozen images flashed through my mind and I moaned again, arching my spine as the tip of his finger breached my ass. Fuck, that felt better than it had any right to. He slid a hand beneath me and cupped my breast, playing with my nipple, and slid his finger the rest of the way in. I whimpered, my pussy aching, my clit swollen and throbbing with need. I was full and empty all at once and it was driving me wild.
He waited, lingering over me with his gaze locked in mine in the mirror, his finger inside the most private part of me. Then he began moving it, touching me with slow, even strokes. I rolled my head back, digging my fingernails into the polished wood of his desk. Oh my God, that was amazing. His other hand found my clit and he swirled the pad of his finger over the sensitive nub, teasing me with the lightest touches.
Then his touch was gone, just as soft pulses of pleasure began rising deep inside. I gave a short cry of frustration and he hushed me, stroking down my back as the tip of his cock traced over my asshole. He was incredibly hard. I bit back a whimper as he braced against the desk and pushed slowly against the tight muscle until the tip slipped inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, pain and pleasure splicing through me.
My legs shook as he pressed his cock into me with slow, even pressure. The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt, a frustrating mix of fullness and emptiness all at once. God, it was painful and perfect having him in my ass, filling me until I couldn’t take another inch, his thick length stretching me just wide enough to send bolts of pleasure through my body.