Page 124 of Falling for the Boss's Son

With that in place, he moved on to her left nipple. It was only then she got a good look at what he was putting on her. They looked like drop earrings, but instead of studs at the top to go through your ears, they had loops that went around her nipple.

He finished securing the second one, then backed away from her several paces to observe her from head to toe. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this, but she was also positive he wasn’t concerned with her feelings right now.

They moved into the kitchen, her heels clicking on the wood floor as she trailed behind him. He stopped in front of the table and patted the top. “Sit here and spread your legs. I want to see your pussy while I make us breakfast.”

Cassie hopped onto the table. She opened her legs, but they weren’t wide enough for his liking. “Lean back on your elbows.”

She complied—the new position causing her back to arch and her chest to push forward.

“Hm. Almost there.” Jesse lifted her legs, bending them and setting her feet on top of the table. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy on full display. “That’s better,” he muttered before turning his back on her and going to get something out of the refrigerator.

She stayed there until he’d finished cooking, then he helped her to stand. Again, he made sure she was steady before letting her go. He placed a pillow beside his chair and had her kneeling at his feet. The tiny hearts swung from her nipples, reminding her they were there.

He speared a piece of melon on his fork and held it in front of her mouth. She opened her lips, and he fed it to her. It was strangely sensual having him feed her like that. Not to mention, the cool air wafting over her naked body. She was both turned on and self-conscious at the same time.

After they’d finished eating, he cleaned up and moved them to his study. “Wait here.”

He left her standing naked beside his desk. She had no idea what he had planned for her today and she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to love it.

A few moments later, he returned with the coffee table. He placed it a few feet in front of his desk, turned the opposite way.

Cassie knew what was coming before he said it. “Lie down on the coffee table and spread your pussy for me. I want to enjoy the view while I work.”

She lay down, her back flat this time, and propped her heels on the edge of the table. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet, but she was so embarrassed she wanted to hide.

Jesse stood over her, gazing down at her body. He ran a single finger down her torso but stopped at her bellybutton. “Why are you here?”

Cassie swallowed. “Because I disobeyed you and put myself in danger.”

He looked her over once more, then walked to his desk and took a seat. She stayed in that position while he checked his email and made a couple of calls. He’d ignored her for the most part, but every now and then she’d feel his gaze on her.

She had no idea how long she’d lain there before he addressed her. “Go get me some water and make me some popcorn. I need a snack.”

He was talking to her. There was no one else in the room.

Cassie closed her legs and turned to put her feet on the ground before sitting up. Her legs were a little stiff from being in the same position for so long, but it wasn’t too bad. The worst part was her nipples. They’d been hard this entire time and even the slightest movement was sending little zings to her clit.

When she returned with his snack, he began eating it without any instruction on what she was supposed to do. She felt lost. Was she supposed to stay standing there or go back to the coffee table?

She wanted to ask but decided against it. He was proving a point. She was starting to get it, and it was making her feel even worse than she had before.

At ten thirty, Jesse closed his laptop, moved it to the side and pushed back from his chair. He lifted her up and set her on top of his desk.

He stood, towering over her, a hungry look in his eyes. Her breath hitched in her throat and that primal need clenched deep in her belly. She knew that look. Knew what it meant.

His lips crashed over hers, his tongue plunging inside her mouth. He cupped her breast, kneading it and brushing his thumb over the already sensitive tip. It reminded her of the time he took her against the wall. It was raw and full of need.

With his other hand, he inserted two fingers into her pussy. She spread her legs open for him, needing his touch more than she could explain. But all too soon, it was gone. He was gone.

She opened her eyes, and he was already rolling on a condom. He lined himself up and pushed his hips forward. “You’re calling your doctor tomorrow. I’m tired of these fucking condoms.”

Her pussy throbbed, needing more of him. “Yes, Sir.”

He pushed her back onto his desk, digging his fingers into her hips as he took what he wanted. He fucked her hard, bouncing her against the desk until he found his release. Not once going near her clit.

Again, her body was humming, even more than it had been before, and she was being denied.

She knew why. He’d told her this would be punishment, but she hadn’t truly understood what he’d meant until now. This was torture. Not in the traditional way. Not because of physical pain, but because she wanted to be his in every way. To feel the connection with him as they both found release. Both found pleasure in each other.

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