Page 41 of The Boss

“Now, let’s have you answer my question with the proper respect.” He trailed his fingers over my breasts, then my stomach, and down between my legs, the feather-light touch making me want to squirm. “Ashlee, are you ignoring me?”

“I don’t remember the question,” I said, fighting to stay still. “That tickles.”

“Do you find this funny?”

I didn’t remember whatthiswas referring to, but it wasn’t really the point anymore. There was only one correct answer.

“No, Mr. Lexington.”

He closed the distance to brush his lips across mine in an all to brief kiss. He didn’t completely straighten when he pulled back, however. Instead, he took another sock and tied it around my head, completely covering my eyes and leaving me in the dark, both literally and figuratively. So many limitations I put on my interactions and relationships didn’t seem to apply to him.

It was just sex, I reminded myself. It wasn’t like I was trusting him with my heart. Just my body, and I knew enough about him to tell myself that wasn’t too crazy.

I gasped as he took my nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it. When he took the tip between his teeth, I tried to reach for him, not remembering that I was restrained until my hands jerked to a stop before they’d gone an inch. He chuckled, the vibration moving down my nerves, joined by a different sort of pleasure as he worried at the skin with his teeth.

I couldn’t stop the sound of protest I made when he released my nipple, but it cut off the moment he latched on to the other one. This one he sucked on, each hard pull of his mouth making a direct line to my pussy. I arched my back, needing more, but his response was to put a hand on my stomach and push me back down to the bed. A thrill went through me at the strength I felt there. He’d never force me, but knowing that he could easily overpower me was a turn-on I hadn’t been expecting.

“Fuck!” I jerked against my restraints as he shoved one thick finger inside me. I had the fleeting thought that my socks were going to be stretched out of shape by the time we were done, but it flew out of my head the moment he added a second finger.

“You’re nice and wet for me,le soleil,” he said as he worked his fingers in and out. “Tight too. I need to loosen you up so you don’t squeeze my dick off.”

There was that phrase again.Le soleil. I’d meant to look it up earlier today, but I’d forgotten. I didn’t want to bring it to his attention though because I liked it, and I had a feeling if I asked him about it, he might stop using it.

“Do you like my fingers inside you?”

He twisted said fingers, his knuckles brushing against my g-spot. At least, I assumed that’s what it was because, one touch, and it felt like electricity shot through my body.

“Yes, Mr. Lexington.”

He made a growling sound, and I was suddenly disappointed I couldn’t see his face. I wanted to know what he looked like right then. It wasn’t a bad or disapproving sound, but I wanted to know if it was only approval, or if there was something more.

His fingers curled inside me, and I cried out as he found that spot again. Back and forth the tips of his fingers moved, the friction just hard enough to push me closer to the edge with each pass. Then his thumb brushed over my clit, and I came hard enough to see stars even with the blindfold on. I was still coming as he pulled away his hand, and I’d barely begun to come down when I felt something much larger push against my entrance.

He gripped my hips, tilting them up as he slid inside. One thrust, stretching me all around him without any respite, and I came again. Or maybe it was the same climax, just growing stronger with the new burst of sensation that my brain couldn’t categorize as either pain or pleasure because it was too much of both. He didn’t pause or ask me if I was okay, but proceeded to hold me as he drove into me with punishing strokes.

My back and neck muscles protested the angle, but the rest of me screamed at them to shut up because I never wanted this to stop. I tugged at the restraints, wanting to feel him, wanting to rip off this blindfold so I could see that he was with me, really with me, and not thinking about another woman…

Pain, bright and sudden, made me cry out, and it took me a moment to even register that he’d twisted my nipple. Hard.

“Stop thinking,” he snapped. “I can see it on your face.”

“Yes, Mr. Lexington.” The answer came out automatically, but I found that I meant it. “No more thinking.”

“Now, let’s see how many times I can make you come.”

He shoved himself even deeper inside me, and I screamed.

Twenty-Four

Nate

I couldn’t quit staringat that stupid sock. I hadn’t realized that I’d accidentally stolen the snitch sock I’d used to blindfold her until I’d already gotten home and headed for the shower. When I’d taken off my pants, I’d seen there was something in the pocket. That something happened to be one knee-high dark green sock with a ball from a fictional game on it.

I picked it up as I moved to my library. The room wasn’t massive, but I’d filled it, floor to ceiling, with bookcases. I had some leather-bound classics and first editions that I didn’t read, but most of the books here were ones I loved. I knew I didn’t come across as a reader, and I did little to dispel that notion. I had a reputation that allowed me to get done the things I needed to get done. The fact that my reader copies of a certain British series about a wizard were dog-eared and worn would do more harm to my reputation than good.

The only two chairs in the room were plush and comfortable, bought specifically for this room, for me to sit in when I wanted to read. I’d never liked reading in bed. While my bedroom was personal space, this place was my sanctuary.

I selected another one of my favorites and took a seat. T.S. Eliot’sThe Wasteland. I’d had to read it in college, and I’d been surprised at how much I’d liked the poetry. I’d gotten into the habit of reading it every year, even though I had most of it memorized.

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