Page 42 of Reckless Kiss

“A year,” I countered for the hell of it.

Her eyes rounded in surprise. “Why?”

I couldn’t help but to smile as I kissed her, suckled her. “I don’t think you understand just how much I want you, Esme. All of you. Just you. I’ll take whatever I can get, but please don’t blame me for being greedy.”

I worked her over for several minutes, feeling her, tasting her, absorbing every fucking sound. “Tell me something, Esme. Tell me something you think will shock me. Maybe if we get some of it out of the way you’ll believe me.”

I stood then, stripped off my jacket, got rid of my tie, and waited for her confession.

“I use sex as a way to escape.”

“I already know that, darling. Tell me something I don’t know.”

She watched with wide, hungry eyes as I undid my cuffs and rolled my sleeves. She swallowed hard. “I use sex to clear my mind. Sometimes it gets really wild in there. Really wild, Leo. And the only thing I’ve found that clears it is a certain kind of sex.”

I wanted answers to two things now. “Have you tried medication?”

“Of course. But it fogs up my mind and makes it hard to work. I don’t feel like myself anymore. Besides...I have a method that works wonders.”

I unbuttoned my first two buttons and cracked my neck. “And it is?”

“Being consumed.” She blinked from my neck to my eyes. “Tied up, dominated, humiliated...there are plenty of options, but the important factor is being so overwhelmed by pleasure, having control taken from me so I can clear my mind.”

“I already know that about you, as well.” Our first night together she became a different person when I held her down. The more I restricted her movements the faster and harder her orgasms came.

She took a long, deep breath then and it appeared she was resigning herself to telling me something much bigger; something she genuinely thought would give me pause.

“I told you I became rebellious. Terribly rebellious, actually. I’ve done things I regret, illegal things. I’ve used and abused. And I’ve done things solely because I knew they would horrify my father if he found out. I’m not that person anymore. I,” she looked away, embarrassed, “I hurt people I loved because I was so focused on my rebellion.”

I stepped up to the desk and grabbed her left leg, bending it until her heel rested on the edge. Then I did the same to her right leg. “We all do things when we’re young and hurt. We learn from them and we grow up. We do better when we know better. How long will you have me, Esme?” She’d said enough for one day. I’d take her confessions and promise her forever.

“Six months. I won’t hold you to any more.”

“What if Iwantmore?” I couldn’t help but admire the sight of her flushed and needy, spread before me on her desk. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I needed to be inside her, needed to feel her come on my cock.

So I loosened my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and slid down my zip.

“If, after you know me you still want more, we’ll decide how to proceed.” Her eyes slid to the erection in my hand as I rolled on a condom. “What are you going to do to me now?”

“We’re going to debauch your office in celebration of our new relationship. You’ll remember every day when you come into work that I fucked you on this ridiculously clear desk, with your fancy dress around your hips and your tits out for me to enjoy. You’ll remember I was fully clothed.”

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