Page 68 of How to Seduce a Slender

“Smith,” she huffed, dropping her hands to his.No more being a back seat driver in my life.She shoved his hands up under her slip till his fingers wrapped around the flimsy panties around her.No more.Melody was tired of being in survival mode. It was time she lived. “Rip my panties off now, or I’ll do it for you.”

He stole her lips with another sharp kiss as he tugged the fabric off her. Maybe it was magic, as she imagined it would sting, but it didn’t hurt at all. Like he’d turned them into dust instead. Maybe they dematerialized. All she knew was she grabbed his hand again and firmly planted it against her needy cunt. Melody tugged back from his mouth once more.

“I’ll decide what I deserve from now on. You’ve let me pick my own punishments. You’ve let me pick my rewards. So, I deserve you using these wonderful hands to destroy the top of your desk. Then I deserve to be flipped over, as roughly as you can, and I’d like to find out the hard way—and, Smith, I mean thehardway—why it feels like you’ve got two cocks in your pants.”

Smith wheezed, swiping two long fingers through her curls and immediately pressing them against her clit. Melody sighed dreamily, head hanging back into the dark oblivion of his office. Smith’s mouth found her throat. His teeth scraped but didn’t pierce her throat, merely peppering her jugular with warm kisses. He didn’t leave a trail of moisture behind. Maybe it was for the best as most of him crackled with electricity. Yet, she couldn’t help but think of him like a water safe vibrator when two digits dove deep into her. At times he was a lightning rod, sharp and explosive. At others he was a safe and subtle hum of life. This time, he was just the right vibration to make her see stars.

“In the interest of being entirely transparent with you, my wicked prey,” he groaned into her ear, nipping at her lobe. “I do…have two. But they’re not—it would be unfair to call them cocks.”

“Mmm, and what would you call them?”

“Yours,” he confessed, kissing her cheek hard. “Whatever you want them to be. However you want them. I am your depravity. I am your desires made real. If you wish them long, short, thick,Slender.”

Melody barked out a laugh, only silenced by his lips brushing hers and a meager shush from his lips. She snorted, kissing him back swiftly. “I want them inside me.”

“Oh, sweet girl, be careful what you ask for…let’s start with one and work our way up to both, shall we?” He grinned wickedly against her lips, stealing another kiss. “Besides, you’ve yet to come for me.”

“You’ve yet to make me come, good sir,” she retorted.

He growled, making the very air shake as he stole her lips. Her body thrummed with delight as his vibrations against her clit grew intense, the fingers that had been lazily pressing inside her began to thrust. Her hips were rocking, rubbing against the glossy wood of his desk. Smith pressed into her harder. His fingers abused her favorite spot. Stars sparkled behind her eyelids as they fell closed.

Then, like a dam, she broke. Her body snapped. She fell over the edge of bliss and descended into euphoria. Cold rushes of sweat ran down her spine, her legs trembled, and waves of pleasure washed over all her body.

“Now, about what you deserve. Remember, you did ask for this.”

And Melody was all too thrilled to be viciously ripped away from the desk. The tendrils that held her legs open for him were torn from her legs, leaving a tiny sting of rope burn. She giggled happily as Smith spun her around and firmly planted her torso against the top of the desk. Her hips were perchedjust perfectlyon the edge so her toes were an inch over the floor. Kicking her feet happily, she wiggled in his grasp. Smith did not let up. His pressure against the center of her back was firm. But two palms cupped the globes of her ass before he squeezed. A kiss was pressed to the exposed flesh of both before his kiss trailed down to her dripping cunt. Smokey tendrils wrapped around her legs, keeping her pinned against the desk. His tongue pressed against her slit and swiped through it.

“I don’t believe—”

Smack.

“Hey!”

Smack. Smack.

“I said for you to fuck me.”

“And I will.”Smack. Smack.He spanked her again and she reveled in the sharp thrill it sent to her core. “So impatient, my wicked prey. ‘Chase me. Hunt me through the graveyard. Throw me over the desk. Fuck me with things I’ve never seen before.’ So demanding, and yet, not a single request for me to spank you. I can taste how much you like it when I do. Why do you hesitate to ask for it? You might as well ask me to redden this pretty ass of yours. You’re already so forward about your desires, why be subtle about that?”

Melody was burning to a crisp as she flattened her palms against the top of his desk.Which, the last time she checked, was supposed to be covered in papers and things…and yet it was completely empty.Melody chewed on her bottom lip. Shyly her fingers traced the grain of the wood beneath her before the request poured from her mouth. “Smith, spank me again.”

“What was that?” He licked her clit again, making her body jerk. Chuckling against her drenched curls, he spoke again, “I don’t think I caught that request.”

“Smith,” she whined.

No smack. Just a teasing finger tapping against the stinging flesh across her ass. Her throat burned red as her face stung with embarrassment.No more backseat, remember.She let out another huff, before firmly speaking. “Spank me again.”

A swift and sharp crack against her ass left her trembling. Her insides clenched. He speared his tongue into her, lapping up most of her before pulling away. “That’s my girl.”

Melody took a deep breath. Her fingers pressed against the wood but she didn’t want to dig tracks into his desk.Or at least, not yet.

“Now, about me being inside you.”

A strange tingle ran up her scalp as she heard his zipper tugging down, slow and steady. Endless quiet filled the room with anticipation for a moment. Then she felt something slick, smooth, and hard as steel caress her burning skin. It slipped past her drenched lips and sank into her. It was curled ever so slightly against her walls with its tapered tip. She held still. Smith leaned over her as a second, smaller, thicker piece pressed through her curls and touched against her clit directly.

No…no way. Absolutely no way.

“You’re fucking with me,” she confessed in a single breath.

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