The rest of their time in the Cayman Islands passed in a blur of pleasure and pain, sunshine and salty water. They drank fruity drinks on the beach, took a tour of the sea around them, saw dolphins and sharks, and schools of colorful fish. He put sunscreen on her body, especially her rear end, toying with the tight puckered hole he was so fond of, and gave her more than one climax on the white sands of the beach.
He’d devoted the remaining time there to showing Amelia his distinctive brand of enjoyment, and instead of giving her a sense of peace, it only served to make her more conflicted.
What would happen when they got back to the states and he resumed his job? Would she still only be his secretary? Or would she be more?
Sitting on the sand, she was glad for her sunglasses so he couldn’t see her eyes. The word girlfriend didn’t apply to a man like Charlie. He’d said as much when he’d thought she was angling for a relationship with him. He didn’t do hearts and flowers, and she’d do well to remember that.
At night, the orgasms he gave her brought tears to her eyes, and he’d lick them off, muttering words about how beautiful she was in her pain.
The pain wasn’t anything she’d ever experienced before. It was the complete darkness of a hurricane, just before the beauty of the storm that left devastation in its path.
It was the devastation of impending death, before the beauty of peace.
It was everything.
And nothing. Because she didn’t have a word to pin to it. Like her own existence. Did she only exist as Charlie’s secretary? His secret lover? It was like Gram, only knowing her as a pretend ward, coming in at night after a day out, where Gram imagined she went on social calls and outings with friends, as ladies of leisure in eighteenth century society did.
Sometimes it seemed she was pretending for all of it, except the times with Charlie, where her pleasure pain was his chief goal.
“You need more sunscreen on your back.” His words were enough on the surface, but she heard the underlying desire. Their beach was relatively private, owned by the hotel, and at the moment was nearly empty. The only people on it were a hundred yards away.
She smiled at him, wondering what he was up to, but unable to turn him down. She’d tried, and failed miserably, and he’d shown her she didn’t really know what she wanted anyway.
His hands on her back were a decadence, and she melted and purred as he massaged her muscles down to her butt. These bathing suits left them totally exposed, and even as she wore the one-piece today, it only covered her belly, leaving the rest of the suit held together with straps and strings.
Massaging the cheeks of her ass, he shifted the material to the side, exposing her fully. She arched her back in expectation of whatever pleasure he had in store, letting out a moan of agreement when she heard the rustle of fabric as shifted his own suit.
A suckling noise met her ears, and she realized he was wetting something to put inside her. Amelia relaxed her body, and allowed his thumb to breach her forbidden entrance. Up to the knuckle, he twisted and rubbed inside her, before pushing it all the way in with a groan. He lowered himself over her back, and whispered in her ear.
“I can’t wait to put more in this tight little hole.” His cock was between her cheeks from this position, and he thrust his hips to slide it back and forth. She couldn’t stop the wriggle, pressing herself into him. From this position, he wasn’t inside her, he simply rubbed against her folds and crevices, pumping back and forth. “I’m going to fuck your tits, too.” His breaths turned ragged, but his words held a dark promise of a future with him. They were leaving this afternoon, so she knew he meant to do these things back home.
The only question for her was, would she be his dirty little whore at home?
As he took his pleasure from her body, the tightness of his thumb gave way to a slick pleasure. The taboo aspect of everything, the people on the beach not too far away, the fact he was in her ass, the public nudity, such as it was, all compounded to have her own breathing ragged and fast. She turned her head, and his hand was there, supporting him as he dove his hips across her skin, faster and faster.
It was pleasurable, but more because her body was making him lose his tightly reigned in control. She opened her mouth, moved her head, and sucked his thumb into her mouth, grazing her teeth along the edge.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he removed himself from her. Had she done something? “I need my cock in your mouth.” She rolled over and leaned to where he was sitting, his cock poking out of his shorts.
She took him, using the same motions on him she had on his thumb. He grabbed her head and pushed it down and Amelia sucked for all she was worth, hollowing out her cheeks with the effort. He thrust his hips up so he was at the back of her throat, and his fingers stung her hair as he pulled with the effort to push her down.
She used her teeth as much as her tongue, scraping him on the way up, to give him that pain he seemed to need.
“Jesus, that mouth,” the harsh, guttural utterance was more of a plea and it served to make her redouble her efforts. “Shit, fuck.” Two hands on the back of her head. “Swallow. Work that throat.”
He hadn’t left her throat, and she gagged around him, sending moans and guttural curses to the sea. She couldn’t breathe, and tears streamed down her cheeks, as slobber spilled out of her mouth, wetting his shorts.
“Open wide,” she did as she was told, and he pumped her face over his cock, until he roared his release into the back of her mouth without warning. It was actually sweet, with a salty tang, probably from the massive amounts of fruit they’d consumed all week. It was so like him, the walking contradiction of salty and sweet, although he didn’t show the sweet in conventional ways.
When he let her up, he tugged her face up to his and kissed her hard. This was new. He kissed her plenty, but this was a kiss of gratitude, and as he swept his tongue inside her mouth, she felt like she’d made him the happiest man alive, if only for a brief moment.
Breaking the kiss, Charlie tugged her body into his lap. She enjoyed the physical closeness after their interludes. He would clutch her as if to make sure he was dreaming, his hands roaming and squeezing, massaging her body into a listless stupor. He was still breathing hard, but his dick was softening under her. Sweat stuck them together, in an intimate embrace, and she snuggled her head under his chin.
“I am wordless when it comes to you, Miss Flores. You make me do things that I’ve never done before, and it’s fucking terrifying.”
She giggled, because his words were making her uncomfortable. “You’ve never forced your cock down a woman’s throat before?”
He chuckled at her response, but when he spoke, it was a whisper. “I’ve never fucking cuddled a woman before.”
Shocked into silence, she simply let him. He’d cuddled with her after every single interlude since the first night after the bank. Even when they’d fooled around on the beach, they’d sat just like this, her in his lap, sharing a lounge chair.
Why did that make her feel absolutely giddy? Again, the giddiness faded into questions of what would happen when they got back to their respective homes.
She would soon find out.
Exhausted, Amelia managed to thank Luther before opening her door to get out of the car. Before she could leave, though, Charlie grabbed the back of her neck and tugged her into him.
“Thank you for this trip. It was … unexpected.” Then he crashed his mouth into hers in a quick harsh kiss that left her breathless.
A small smile graced her lips as she let herself into the house. It was almost dark, save the one lamp in the living room. A woman sat in the easy chair, the nurse, but what was surprising was that she wore a long, heavy muslin skirt in a charcoal gray, with a long-sleeved button up shirt. A mass of crochet sat in her lap.
Amelia cleared her throat to wake the woman.
Her eyes snapped open, and she jerked awake with a start.
Nancy was a retired ER nurse in her sixties, and Amelia had liked her from the start. She was kind, had an easy laugh, and a smoker’s rasp, but she was efficient, and knew what she was doing with Gram.
“I thought I said you could sleep in my room while I was gone?” Amelia had cleaned it and put all of her personal stuff away for the nurse to stay over while she was gone.
“You did, and I have, but I knew you would be home tonight and didn’t want to get comfortable in your bed. I washed the sheets and everything this afternoon, so their fresh and waiting for you to pass out.” The woman eyes her up and down. “You look really good. Sunshine agrees with you.”
“Thanks. What are you wearing?”
Nancy laughed. “This old thing? An old costume when I was a WWI nurse for Halloween. Matilda seems to like it, so I’ve been playing along. She’s sweet.”
It was odd hearing Gram referred to by her given name, but Amelia appreciated the effort nonetheless.
“Is she doing okay?”
“She’s fantastic! Her pickles are amazing. If it’s alright, I can pass them around to some of my friends, and bring back the jars for you. It would keep all of her hard work from going to waste.”
A pang of guilt hit Amelia hard. “Yeah. I always wanted to do something with them. But the farmer’s market can only sell so many, and the neighbors have all had their fill. I don’t really have people I work with who would want that many of them. I’ve been at a loss as to what to do with them.”
“You’re gram really is amazing. I’ve seen several patients like her since I retired from the ER, and I’ve got to say, she’s managed to build a world to live in that’s positively lovely. Not a lot of dementia patients do that. You’re lucky.”
A small smile flitted across Amelia’s face. Yeah, she was lucky. It had been a while since she’d thought of the reality of the dementia. Like Gram, it was preferable to just believe she lived in a completely separate world. Without Edwardian England, Gram didn’t exist.
Nancy leaned forward and patted Amelia’s knee as she rose from her chair. “We’ll figure something out about the pickles. I’m going to go ahead and head home. Her chart’s on the kitchen table if you want to see exactly what we’ve been doing. I’ll be back Monday morning, bright and early. You have a nice weekend.”
Amelia watched the woman bustle across the room and pick up her bag before waving her way out the door. She was enormously grateful for the lady. Wherever Charlie had found her, she was competent and friendly, and Amelia trusted her with Gram.
It was a nice break from worrying about her all day while she was at work.
Truth was, she’d said something that had Amelia thinking. The pickles were Gram’s only remaining piece of reality. She’d told her long ago that the refrigerator pickles were her own Mother’s recipe, something she’d developed when they’d gotten their first ever ice box. Even if it was a way to relive her past, it was a real past, not one that was made up to comfort her as her brain delved into whatever madness she lived in.
Amelia tiptoed down the hallway to her Gram’s room to find her sleeping soundly. A strange thankfulness she didn’t have to make up something about where she’d been flitted through the disappointment at not getting this moment of her own normalcy with Gram tonight.
The rest of the weekend flew by like normal. Amelia hit a low spot Saturday morning, when she was washing her clothing from the trip. It was like a hangover after the best drunk of her life. The perfect vacation, playing all day, sexual tension, releases all night long, only to come home to her reality, and totally unsure of what Monday would bring. It was the uncertainty that was the worst, though.
She really had no idea what to expect when she went to work. She was pretty sure there wouldn’t be an enormous bouquet of flowers on her desk, acknowledging the best week of her life.
No. That was not the sort of man Charlie was. Saturday afternoon, she had a moment of weakness and went shopping in the city for a surprise for him. Then she spent all day Sunday talking herself into actually using it.
Amelia had just shut the door to the car, and Luther had gotten back on the road again, when he started in on Charlie.
“Unexpected weekend, huh?” The laughter was clear in his comment.
“You’re not supposed to be listening.” Okay, he sounded like a petulant child. He didn’t mind, though. Luther had been by his side since foster parents number six or seven. Granted, they’d spent some time apart, but they’d managed to keep in touch, and as soon as they’d both been sent to the group home until graduation, they’d escaped together.
“I like her.” Luther said it quietly, but it meant more from Luther than anyone else. Charlie trusted his friend’s opinion.
“Yeah. Me too.” And he wasn’t sure he liked it. “What place does she have with me, though? I can’t really see myself settling down with kids and a dog, can you?”
Luther was quiet for a while. “No. Not the settling down part. You are who you are, and a woman’s not going to change that. But she can soften it a little bit, yeah? It can’t hurt things to have a conversation. See what she wants.”
They had made it back into the city, and Charlie leaned back and thought about Amelia’s life. It was so incredibly different from his. For her, he was a job she went to every day. The house he’d just dropped her off at was her home, her life. For him, his job was his life, his office his home. His apartment was the place he went every day.
What would it be like if Amelia was living with him?
For the first time in his life, he imagined a woman in his kitchen. Stainless steel and black marble, it was cold, and rarely used. Would her Gram make herself at home, making those damned pickles? Would his cabinets be covered with Mason jars and cucumbers?
Amelia’s glossy black hair would be a lovely contrast to the stark white of his bedroom. Her pale skin would be a compliment to the monochromatic color scheme of his bed.
He imagined her draped over the arm of his leather couch, her skin heated and flushed from his spanking, sticking to the cold fabric of the furniture.
She’d probably put flowers everywhere. He found the thought not totally distasteful, as long as they were real, and not the plastic ones in her plantar boxes.
“Yeah, I can see what she wants,” he mused to himself, but Luther gave a grunt of approval.
His weekend. At the office finishing up some things alone, in his apartment, thinking of her. Not calling her because he’s unsure of his position in her life. Which is weird, because he takes without question, and now he’s questioning everything with her. Is this too squishy for his character?
When Amelia got to the office Monday morning, she’d gotten her head on straight, prepared for whatever Charlie expected from her today. She knew what she hoped for, but was unsure of things. The plug she’d bought and managed to get inside her stung when she walked, leaving her with a delicious reminder of her hopes concerning Charlie. And with every moment he didn’t look at her, a definite disappointment. (Take out the buttplug stuff. Leave in references, but don’t say it outright, not until he finds it)
Gingerly settling in her chair, she shoved her bag underneath the desk and checked his schedule for the day. It was becoming a habit she’d forced upon herself. Not because it was necessary, but because it was professional to not gape at visitors like a fish when they came in and announced an appointment.
He rarely had appointments come in to the office, but today’s calendar showed he was booked solid all morning. She looked up in surprise at him, staring through the window to his office. He was seated at his desk, his jacket off, but shirtsleeves rolled down and his cufflinks in place. His hair was as neat as it had been every morning he’d come in, like it was freshly combed.
He was not the island man she’d spent last week with. Not right now. Right now, he was the powerful businessman who got things done. And she wondered how long she could take this intrusion in her rear before she gave up and went to the bathroom to take it out.
She squelched the feelings of desire she had flowing through her body at the memories of the week. He’d showed her things she didn’t know she was capable of. And his actions had promised more dark delights to come.
Unfortunately, now, he looked busy, so she got up and made him a cup of coffee. She was desperate for him to look at her, be reminded of the things they’d done, feel some sort of warmth toward her again. Amelia was mightily disappointed he didn’t seem to be thinking about it at all.
Running the coffee machine was a mindless task she could do, lost in her thoughts. Grinding, brewing, foaming, all of it a routine that settled her nerves. As she poured the foam into the cup, she created a forest scene for him, hoping to bring a smile to his eyes.
Then she felt ridiculous.
She was hoping for a smile from him. Attention. She was doing all of this for his attention. Not the least of which the butt plug she felt with every movement she made.
Amelia rolled her eyes at herself. She would deliver his coffee, then go take the damn thing out.
No. It wasn’t his fault she didn’t know he had appointments scheduled all morning long. It was her fault for her expectations. He’d never told her they would continue their sexy times in the office.
With a sigh, she turned and walked to his office, balancing the cup and saucer without spilling, or marring the intricate design.
The inside of his space smelled so strongly of Charlie, she practically gulped lung fulls of it as she walked around to the side of his desk to set the coffee cup down. He was on the phone when she entered, and he didn’t stop talking, but his eyes followed her as he spoke.
When she turned to leave, he grabbed at her skirt, halting her with a hand on her hip. He tugged her backward a step, then ran his hand up the inside of her thigh.
“I can meet with you tomorrow morning, and we’ll discuss this in more detail.” His voice was normal, take charge, ask no questions, but his hand was seeking, on a quest for something.
Goosebumps erupted on her arms, as his rough fingers toyed with her garter belt before going to her ass. Her heart thumped in her chest while she tried to predict what he would do. He murmured Mmm Hmmms in agreement to whatever someone said on the other end of the line, while his hand palmed her ass, his thumb slowly delved into the crack.
A sharp sensation of not-quite-pain-not-quite-pleasure rolled through her body with a shudder as his thumb bumped into the plug she wore.
“Shit, I’ve got to go. Call you back.” Charlie slammed the phone into the cradle and used both hands on her hip, one under her skirt, one on top, to drag her closer to him. But he didn’t look at her. She expected him to drag her skirt over her hips and stare at it, pull it out and do what she wore it for, or something. But he didn’t. His hands gripped her tightly.
“What did you do, Amelia?” The question was quiet, but she heard the need. She leaned her hands on the desk and looked back at him, wanting to see his face.
It was focused on her ass, the gray material of her skirt, should have been see-through for all the exposure she felt right now.
“I—I bought a butt plug for you. You seem to be fascinated with my bottom, and I didn’t want this last week to be a waste, soo—“ She was saying too much. She was about to admit things she knew he didn’t want to hear. “We started some things, and you promised to show me more. I was just helping it along.”
She watched him swallow, his eyes in a daze. Slowly, he dragged his hand under her skirt down her leg, as if forcing it farther and farther away from her ass and the plug she wore.
“Do you want me to take it out?” She straightened, suddenly embarrassed. “I can go—“
He stood and spun her around. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he demanded. His mouth came down on hers hard and his tongue swooped inside her mouth quickly. She moaned into it, but it was over almost as soon as it started.
“I want you to go to the bathroom and take your hair down. Take off this skirt, turn around and take a picture. I want to see it, but if I look at it right now, I’m going to fuck you into next week, and I can’t do that with the appointment I have coming in four minutes. But I will look at a picture of it for the rest of the morning. Then we’re going to have lunch in her, my office, all over my desk.”
The gritty hoarseness of his voice sent her reeling. It hadn’t been a mistake. She gave him a smile, but he didn’t smile in return. Instead, he reached for her breast and pinched the nipple. Hard. Amelia let out a harsh hiss of air, feeling the wetness pool across the inside of her thighs.
She was such a slut, wearing this, no underwear, for him. But his utter discomfiture at her doing it made everything worth it.
Charlie rubbed his face in disbelief. He’d been in here, trying to figure out how to open a dialogue with her, and she’d work a god damned butt plug into his office. How was he supposed to get anything done now?
He couldn’t stop imagining her in the adult store, choosing one, taking it home and looking at it, wondering about it. He wished he could have put it in, but decided he liked this element of her surprising him.
It said so damn much, didn’t it?
Right on time, Mack showed up, and walked across Amelia’s empty space to his office. Charlie forced himself to rise and shake the man’s hand, forcing himself to get to business.
“I need someone to wire this office. I also have a list of things I need periodically throughout the course of my work. Do you know someone I can trust to do it?”
“I can. I was a security systems installer in a past life. Since I quit doing that, I design my own systems and can do just about anything. Especially if you need remote wireless access.”
They discussed particulars, and Charlie was barely coherent during the conversation, when his phone buzzed.
Like a school boy opening Christmas presents, Charlie grabbed his phone out of his pocket.
“One moment,” he said to Mack, then looked at his screen. It was buzzing with multiple images. She was having a damn photo shoot in the bathroom.
He spun his chair around, putting his back to Mack and opened his screen. The first image was of her front side, wearing sexy ass lingerie with the garters. Her face wasn’t in the picture, and that was a disappointment. Quickly, he scrolled to the next one.
It was of her ass alone. A string around her waist and threaded between her cheeks, pushed to the side by a shiny, aquamarine colored jewel. He wondered if she chose it because it was the same color as the waters of Cayman.
The next picture was of her entire backside, taken in the mirror. She stood, legs spread apart, stockings and garters visible, and the aquamarine peaking from between her ass cheeks. She’d taken off her bra for this shot. Again, he couldn’t see her face.
There were more pictures, images of her in the bathroom, nearly naked, her ass adorned with a jewel the color of the sea. For him. All for him.
He didn’t deserve this woman.
But he wanted more.
“Everything okay?” Mack’s voice from behind him brought him back to reality.
“Yeah. Everything’s great.” He spun around and found a place to settle his phone so he could see it and no one else. He needed to look at her to get through the morning.
He shuffled through some papers, occasionally glancing at his phone, as he found the list he needed Mack to fulfill.
“Here is the list. If you can get me this stuff, or do some of it for me, I’ll skim some off the total cost of our prior deal with the other guys.”
Mack’s eyes lit up at the list, or the idea of Charlie cutting him a break in pricing. Either way, the guy looked amenable to doing this stuff Charlie had been needing.
“Also, I’ve managed to get into the security system in the building, but only because I pay off the lead security guy. Is there a cheaper way to do that?” He didn’t mind paying Larry, but there was probably more he could see if he didn’t have to go through the middle man. And Larry probably wouldn’t work here forever. He needed to cover his bases.
“Great. I hate to cut this short, but I have meetings all morning and plans this afternoon.” He glanced at his phone again, stifling the groan lodged in his throat.
Behind Mack, Charlie saw Amelia come through the door of the main office. She looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes before she took her seat at her desk wordlessly. He suddenly saw how she sat so carefully, scooting herself under the desk. He wondered how turned on she was right now.
“See you later, man. You want to come play poker with the guys Friday night? It’s our first game, and we’re going to make some plans you may want to be aware of.”
“Yeah, sure.” Charlie was still watching her, barely paying attention. “Text me a time and an address. I’ll be there.”
Mack’s head spun around, seeing Amelia, and he chuckled to himself.
“I’ll let myself out.”
“You do that.” His erection strained at the front of his pants, and would give him away completely if he rose.
Amelia was more turned on that she could ever remember being. Her thighs were cramping from clamping them together so hard, and she was sure she was leaving a puddle in the chair beneath her.
The look on Charlie’s face when he’d discovered her plug, and the heated glances he’d given his phone screen told her he was pretty close to being right there with her. Neither of them had stood from their respective desks since she’d come back inside the office, but she did wonder why he wasn’t looking at her.
Client after client came in.
Her computer dinged a message from Charlie.
Did you masturbate in the bathroom?
She smiled to herself as she typed two simple letters.
How about this weekend?
She wasn’t going to tell him how much she thought about it, but how weird it had seemed with Gram right next to her room. So she typed the word no again, and left it at that. He looked up at her then, and it took her breath away. He looked so damn aroused he looked angry, and a shudder of aroused anticipation went through her, so she added to her last message.
Pretty sure it wouldn’t take much at this point. This plug feels way better than I thought it would.
A look of determination passed over his face, and he said something to the man in the office with him. They both laughed, but Charlie looked strained. Then he typed again.
Do it. Now. Under the desk. I want to see your face when you come.
Really? She mouthed the word, and he gave her a barely perceptible nod. Amelia took a deep breath, feeling her nipples press against the lace of her bra. Swiveling her chair, she inched her skirt up her thighs until she could reach herself.
Charlie’s eyes darkened on her, and she realized he could stare at her and give a semblance of looking at his client, who sat in a chair directly between them. The back of his head and shoulder framed her image of Charlie’s face as he watched her.
She reached up and pinched a nipple hissing softly at the pain he’d taught her to love so much, then her other hand went to work, rubbing her clit in circles. She leaned back in her chair, putting pressure on the plug in her rear. She was so close. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told him that. It really didn’t take much at all. She pinched her nipple again, releasing a soft gasp, then tugged on it gently while still rolling her clit under her fingertips.
Charlie’s face faded into a blinding light that left her curled in on herself, one hand slapping on the desktop, while the other remained under her desk, hidden from his view, bringing herself down. But it wasn’t fast enough. The orgasm hit her hard, then rolled around, leaving a dull ache in her core. When she was finally finished, she was gasping for air, and still horny.
She could do it again, right now. Well, she wanted to, but as she gave herself an experimental circle on her nub, the sensation ricocheted through her body, and she realized she was too damn sensitive.
Charlie stood, his open laptop blocking his crotch, as he leaned forward to shake his client’s hand. She tried to straighten herself as best she could before the other man turned and saw her, but she was afraid the inner office smelled like her sex, anyway. She knew she probably had some sort of flush to her face that would give it all away, but he didn’t seem to notice. He looked bothered and distracted, and she realized he had a problem he’d brought to Charlie to fix. Whether or not she had just gotten off under her desk was so far off his radar, she could probably be laid out naked right now and he wouldn’t notice.
Her computer pinged again.
Lock the office door and get that beautiful ass in here.
She hurried to comply, her ass no longer stinging and burning. She’d stretched to accommodate the intrusion and now she felt only a fullness, a pleasurable pressure in her deepest, darkest places. She felt like she was moving with a slow sensuality that rocked it around inside her. She couldn’t help the occasional roll of her hips, feeling it reach different places inside her.
When she got to Charlie’s office, he had shut the laptop, and the bulge in his pants was remarkable.
He strode around the desk, taking her into his arms for an urgent kiss. He pressed against her lips, and forced his tongue inside her mouth. She opened eagerly, mewling in pleasure, pressing herself against him wantonly.
“You’re so full of surprises. I don’t know what to do with you.”
She was desperate for his touch. “Anything. Please.” I need you. “Everything.”
His arms clutched at her body, almost violently, but she loved it. His grip was hard on her breasts as he plumped them up and dropped his face to her cleavage. He ripped her shirt open, and she didn’t care about the ripping noises and clatter of buttons as they hit the desktop and carpeted floor.
“I’m taking you now because I need it. But afterward, I’m taking that ass slowly. I’ve wanted it too long.” His voice was rough, hard, and sent chills through her body. Desire coursed through her veins, and he could do anything to her and she would love it. She knew this about Charlie Delmonico.
He spun her around pushed her down on the desk, yanking her skirt up to her waist and tugging her thong aside. A low moan escaped from his lips as he played with his new toy. He twisted it, tugging it and pressing it back in place before thrusting his fingers inside swollen lips of her core. He was relentless, and she was desperate. It was a combustible combination.
“Christ,” he muttered as the jangle of his belt filled the room. She gripped the edges of the desk, her arms spread eagle and pressing her breasts against the top of the desk. She felt the cold of the wood through the lace, puckering her nipples. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance and slammed home, jiggling the plug with the motion. It sent sensations rocketing through her. She was incredibly full, and could feel every ridge and curve and bump on his cock. He gave a muttered curse, and started pumping in and out of her. Each thrust in was an invasion she welcomed, pressure everywhere, moving the plug from within. Each withdrawal was heartbreaking, leaving her bereft and needing more. One hand was at her hips, controlling his movements, as if he needed her help to do this. But the other hand toyed with the plug, continuing to press on it and tug. She was mindless with pleasure, about to die from the exquisite beauty of it all.
“Oh god,” she said as another orgasm rippled through her. Her legs were shaking, and every muscle she had clenched tightly as he thrust inside her twice more, then stilled, coating her insides with his seed.
He was breathing so raggedly, she though he might keel over, but after a few moments, he recovered and pulled his still slightly erect member out of her.
“Now maybe I can take my time with this gift you’ve given me,” he murmured as his finger traced a pattern on her ass, circling the plug, the circles growing smaller and smaller until he reached for it again and gave it a tug. The previous tugs had been experimental, this one purposeful. It came out, stretching her tight ring of muscles encircling it with a small popping noise.
Charlie kept her cheeks spread and she turned to head to find him looking at her darkest place in awe. It was almost like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and she almost laughed. Surely women had let him do this before. He massaged her ass reverently.
“Did you bring lube?” She nodded.
“In my bag?”
He took a deep breath, then chuckled. “I’ll risk it. Stay here and take off the rest of these clothes before I rip them to shreds. I’ll find it and be right back.” He yanked his pants back up and zipped them but didn’t button them, then went to the office in search of her bag.
Naked aside from her stockings, garters, and shoes, since he seemed to like those, she leaned on the desk and watched him dig through her bag, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he searched for what he wanted. Emerging from her bag with the bottle of lube triumphantly, he practically jogged back to his office.
She waited for what was next.
Charlie forced himself to halt inside the door to his office and just look at her. It was an offering, one he wasn’t going to take lightly. He reminded himself she was new to all this. His world of pain and kinky eroticism was his alone, and the only women he’d been able to enjoy it with, were women he’d paid generously for the privilege. Before last week, she’d been an innocent. He’d played with her puckered little hole, but never satisfied himself with it.
Now, he would.
She had done everything he’d ever asked of her, right down to masturbating at her desk, so he could watch her come over the shoulder of Mr. O’Brian who was being blackmailed.
At first, she’d just been some little hot piece he hired so he could fantasize about ruining her. He had no idea she wanted to be ruined as badly as he wanted to do the deed.
She was a gift. He’d thought it once when he’d discovered the toy implanted in her asshole. Again, when she’d sent the pictures. Again when he’d seen the rosy oh of her mouth as she came silently at her desk.
Now, as she leaned against his mahogany monstrosity, breathing heavily and looking a little fatigued after their previous foray, he thought it again.
A fucking gift.
And he wanted to look her in the eyes as he took her ass the first time. As he walked to her, he uncuffed the links at his wrist. Her eyes widened, and he realized he was stalking her. No matter. He couldn’t stop himself. She was a gift, but she was his. And he was feeling a bit predatory. He’d make this good for her, but he was enjoying himself too much.
His cufflinks dropped on the desk behind her, and he unbuttoned his shirt, then unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. She ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, taking off his shirt. He toes off his shoes.
Naked, he embraced her, feeling her warm soft skin against his.
“Thank you,” he murmured into her sweet smelling hair.
She kissed at his neck, nipping it softly, as she ran her hands down his back and grabbed his ass, pressing him toward her. She was cute if she thought she was in control of this situation.
A soft growl escaped his throat as he gently pushed her back on his desk, raising her legs from behind her knees and pushing them back. He slid her down so her delicious ass hung over the edge of his desk, and he curled her legs, pressing her knees practically to her ears.
“Hold them there,” he demanded, his control on the thread of the edge of restraint. Reaching for the lube, he coated his dick, then his fingers, then poured it around her hole, gaping from her position and the plug. It was red, irritated, but it would look worse than this when he was finished.
Destruction. That was all on his mind, as she whimpered while he coated everything, lubricating it. If he were a better man, he’d have insisted she graduate up to bigger toys before he stuck his dick in her here. The plug she’d bought was a small one, and he’d probably stretch her uncomfortably this time, but he couldn’t go back in time and take back all the want he had for this moment.
There was no way he could stop this now.
He pressed the head of his cock against her forbidden entrance while rubbing circles on her clit. The noise she made was one of fear, and he leaned forward and took a nipple in her mouth, sucking and working it until she hissed in pleasure at him. He sank his fingers inside her pussy at the same time he pressed his head through the tight ring of her ass.
“So tight.” That’s what he thought he said, the garbled words coming out in a weird noise. Truth was, he was blinded by an ecstasy that bordered on pain, and it was delicious. A hand moved to her tit, molding it between his fingers, before tweaking a nipple to distract her from the pain. His other hand worked her clit to bring her pleasure.
It was automatic. All he could think about was getting deeper in there. He pushed forward more, an inch, as her eyes widened.
Hot. Smooth. So fucking tight.
“Do it,” she gritted out between clenched teeth, and he looked at her face for the first time since he’d gotten her into position. The heat in her eyes was obvious, even with one lone tear leaking from her eye. Sweat beaded on her brow. She breathed with her mouth open, the breaths shallow and rough. So much innocence, breaking as he watched her.
He pressed in as far as he could go, almost to the hilt, then withdrew before pushing in again. Leaning over, he licked the tear from her cheek, and nearly lost control.
Settling into a slow rhythm, he forced himself to not slam into her virgin asshole today. She closed her eyes and her head fell back. Moving her forearms under her knees, she reached for her own nipples.
“Fucking god, yeah. Do that.” She stimulated her nipples and he went to work on her pussy, drawing his fingers through the accumulated wetness from the both of them there.
This wasn’t going to take long for him, and he needed it to be good for her.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, three of them, until he could feel himself through the thin wall separating the two holes. He muttered more curses as her sounds of pleasure got louder, turning into wails. He pressed his thumb against her clit, trying to rub, but unable to concentrate on everything at once. It felt too good.
Pleasure was building at the base of his spine, and he felt his balls draw up. He knew he was going to come quickly if he didn’t do something soon.
He froze his hip movements and concentrated on her pleasure for a minute, finding the spot inside her that would make her fly apart. He watched her eyelids widen, her mouth fall open, and then felt the shudder of her pulsing climax.
And he thrust hard, three times, four times, his pelvis slapping into her ass. He roared his release as he felt the explosion inside him. It came in torrential waves of bliss as she tightened around him like a vice. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see, blood roared through his ears.
She shook on his desk as he withdrew from her, but he wanted to hold her, so he picked her up and settled in his chair, laying her on his lap. She curled into his body, and he stroked her back, relishing the utter mess he’d made of her body.
It was a glorious marking, lube and his seed leaking out of her holes. Sweat and tear tracks covered the skin of her face, sweat also dripping down her back and shoulders.
She trembled in his arms, and he shushed her. He was about to do something he’d never ever done before, and he didn’t even think twice about it. At this point, it was necessary.
“Come home with me tonight.”
She nodded her acceptance, and as soon as his voice was normal again, he called the nurse, asking if she could stay with Gram for the night, then he called Luther and told his driver he was ready to go home. Then he walked to his closet and found Amelia one of his shirts to wear home. It was obvious what they’d been up to in his office, even with her skirt under it, but the massive shirt was so clearly not hers, or anything she would ever wear.
Still, he liked it on her.
She was silent as they took the freight elevator down, and got into his car.