“Now you’re going to strip for me.” He pulls his tie free as he walks over to the couch and takes a seat.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not fond of repeating myself, love.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’ll call you whatever the hell I want to. Now remove that damn dress, or I’ll do it for you. I’ve stripped you before, and I’ll do it again.”
Damn it, why is that so hot? I hate how much I’m into him bossing me around, because it wreaks havoc on all my emotions. Why does wanting this make me feel weak? Am I giving in too easily?
“If you want it off, you’ll do it yourself,” I challenge, trying to hold some ground.
For years, he’s been a jerk to me, and now he thinks I’ll strip at his demand? Okay, I might, but I can’t actually get the corset dress off on my own. Not that he needs to know that.
I turn around, giving him my back, and I’m ready for whatever kind of standoff we’re about to have. Jack surprises me by coming up behind me instantly and unhooking the clasps of the corset dress until it hits the floor. Now I’m standing here completely naked. With the corset top I didn’t need a bra, and since thongs have never been my thing, I decided to go without underwear altogether.
“Why are you doing this to me?” He scrapes his teeth up the column of my neck, and I let out a small gasp. He latches on to my neck, then I feel him sucking hard on one spot.
I push my ass back into him because I’m desperate for his hands, but the only part of him that’s touching me is his mouth. I want to demand he grab me, but I won’t allow myself to beg. He releases my neck, then places a soft kiss on the spot he just attacked. Then slowly, Jack bends down and picks up my dress before draping it across his desk.
“It’s mine now.”
“So I’m going to walk out of here naked?”
“You’ll be lucky if you can walk at all when I’m done with you.” Slowly, I turn to face him.
“Tinsel,” he groans, stepping back to get a full view of me.
“Are you just going to stare or is there a reason you brought me into your office?” I raise my chin defiantly.
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you? You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
“Why don’t you tell me, Jack?”
A smirk pulls at his lips as he shakes his head. “If I told you, then you really would arrest me.” He steps closer, and I can feel the heat pouring off of him. “Now for once be a good girl and take my cock out.”
My hands move before I can try and stop myself. I’m greedy for it, and as mad as I am at him, I know what he can do to my body, and I want more of it. After he left my place yesterday, I’d tried to get myself off, but I couldn’t get there. One orgasm from Jack and he ruined me. I yank his belt free before opening the button of his slacks just enough to pull his cock out.
“Knees,” he orders. “You brought this on yourself when you showed up here dressed that way.”
As if he’s somehow in control of my body, I fall to my knees. He still hasn’t touched me, and it’s driving me insane. My whole body throbs for his touch as he gives me orders on what to do next.
“Take me in your hand and open your mouth.”
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and for a moment I just feel his hard length, tight and hot. I part my lips and finally he touches me by gripping my hair in a tight hold.
“You don’t move an inch. All you do is suck and nothing more.” I nod my head. “That’s my good girl.”
A whimper leaves me at his praise, and my breasts feel heavy as desire soaks my thighs. My clit is throbbing in time with my heart, and she’s begging for any kind of attention. It’s almost painful.
Oh so slowly, he slides his cock into my mouth while the grip on my hair never wavers. Then he’s gently thrusting in and out of my mouth while I kneel there and he takes what he wants. He’s pumping his cock in and out of my mouth and using me for his pleasure. I hollow out my cheeks and do what he commands. As much as this whole thing is turning me on, I want to get him off quickly. I might not know my way around a man's body, but I want him to remember this and what he’s been missing all this time. I want him to regret all the times he kept me at arm’s length.