Page 58 of The Ice Queen in the Corner Office

I’d been introduced to kink by a good friend who’d become a better lover. I’d never thought I’d like it, but there was something so freeing about it. Letting someone else take control for a change allowed me to lose myself in the moment, to feel more me than I’d ever felt before.

I reached forward and stroked him, enjoying the way his eyes hooded and his face went slack at my touch. He thought I was giving in, so his legs also went limp.

I took the opportunity and hopped off the bed. “You’d have to catch me first.”

I was laughing, quite proud of myself, as I pulled my shirt over my head with no bra and grabbed my pants. I had my pants pulled up to just below my butt, my ass in the air as I wiggled into them, when strong arms wrapped around my waist.

I shrieked, and then I was flying through the air.

I landed on the bed with a bounce and Alex was on me in a moment, his body wrapped tight around me. “You made a deal,” he said. “Don’t renege just because you’re scared.”

“Maybe I like being punished.”

His arms tightened around me. “Oh, baby. I’m going to punish you so hard for trying to get away from me.”

His big hands slid over my body, divesting me of my clothes in short order. He worked me to a near frenzy with his hands and his mouth and then he stopped, leaving me gasping just on the edge of release.

He flipped me over and he spanked me, mixing the pain with the pleasure of his hands, until I was the quivering, begging mess.

When he slammed into me, hard, I exploded around him after the first thrust. He groaned. “Damn, you feel good when you do that,” he said. “Why would you ever want to leave this bed?”

I was in no way fit to answer as he continued to move inside me, bringing me more pleasure than I’d ever imagined.

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“What are you doing?” I asked, stirring from a drowsy, post-sex half-nap. It was morning again, but we hadn’t gotten much sleep.

After spending the day in bed, being lazy, sleep was hard to find. And when I did find it, Alex would wake me up in the most delicious ways. I wiggled my wrists as he pinched them together and lifted them over my head.

“I’m making sure you don’t run away while I’m taking a shower.” He lay over me, his weight just barely touching me, as he twisted something soft around my wrists and hooked me to the bed frame.

I’d been tied up before and I’d loved it, but the circumstances had been very different. “You’re just going to leave me here with no entertainment while you shower?”

He kissed me and nipped my lower lip. “Of course not.”

He pressed a button on the remote, but what filled the screen wasn’t the local news or daytime television. It was naked bodies, thrusting, and gyrating. “Porn? Do we even have cable here?”

He just grinned. “I wanted to be sure you’re ready for me when I get back.”

I was more than ready for him by the time he hobbled back into the room, damp from the shower and nude. From the looks of things, he was ready for me, too.

“Don’t you ever need a break?”

His grin widened. “I’ve been waiting for you a long time. It’ll probably be a couple weeks before I need a break.”

I groaned, but it quickly turned to a moan as he pressed his face between my legs. I fought against the bindings, wanting to put my hands in his hair, needing to take control, but he’d tied a good knot and I was stuck. So, I spread my legs wider, lay back, and just enjoyed.

He untied me after we’d both gotten everything we needed and lay beside me, pulling me in tight against him, like he needed to hold me. I lay in his arms, enjoying the feel of him wrapped around me far more than was healthy.

“How did you do so much damage to Standford Jennings the fifth’s house on your own?” I asked, giving voice to a question I’d had for a while.

He chuckled. “Admit it, you loved that I did that.”

I rolled, still in his arms, to face him. “Of course, I loved it. But how did you do it?”

“I had a few friends with me.”

“You have friends?” I’d never seen him with any other guys the few times I’d seen him out in the city and no one ever stopped by the office to visit him. Agatha had told me he didn’t have any friends, that he was lonely, in one of her many missions to convince me to give poor, sad, little Alex a piece. I hadn’t bought her sob story, but I did believe he didn’t have friends, at least not a lot of them.

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