Page 17 of The Assistant
He moves around the desk and approaches me, grabbing my wrist with his hand and dragging me toward the desk. I try to pull back, but he bends me over before I can do anything else about it.
“Dawson...” I say, trying to stand upright as he unzips my skirt and pulls it down. He presses himself against me, and I can feel just how hard he already is. His breath is ragged and shaky as he grinds against my ass, and I try to ignore the excitement building from the friction between my legs. “This isn’t right. Our parents are?—”
“Trust me, that’s the last thing I want to talk about right now,” Dawson cuts me off, pulling my panties down and squeezing my ass cheeks. “Do us both a favor and be quiet until I tell you otherwise.”
He gathers my hands and holds them behind my back, restraining me as his other hand explores my exposed ass. He rubs me and squeezes me, slowly tracing his fingers all the way down between my legs.
I look over my shoulders at him, seeing how lost he is in his movements, admiring my body. I’ve never been touched like this before, not that it’s something I’ve thought a lot about.
“It’s just that I’ve never...” My voice trails off, and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Dawson’s eyes light up, and he positions his hands right between my legs, tracing them up and down my slit.
“You’re a virgin?” Dawson asks, already knowing the answer. I can’t bring myself to say it, but I don’t have to. “So, no man has ever touched you like this?”
Before I can say anything, he slides a finger inside me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning out from the pleasure. He’s still pressed firm against me, and I can feel him growing harder with each passing second.
His finger moves in and out as his thumb reaches down to massage my clit. I can’t help the moans that escaped my mouth. I’ve touched myself before, but it’s nothing compared to this right now.
The faster he moves, the more ragged my breaths get and eventually I’m trembling on the desk and spreading my legs wider for him. He just watches me as the climax overtakes me, and I finish on his fingers.
“I never thought my stepsister would be so naughty,” Dawson says when he finally removes his finger. He pulls his hand away from mine, letting me move them from behind my back. I sit up, but he presses a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down once again. “I never said I was done with you.”
My cheeks burn once again, and I look over my shoulder at him as he unzips his pants and lowers them. His cock is completely free and hovering right by my entrance.
“Dawson, wait,” I say, attempting to sit up. He grabs my waist and holds me down as he shoves himself inside me.
I scream out, gripping the side of the desk with both of my hands as he fills me with every inch of himself. He holds still once he’s inside, giving me a moment to adjust to all of him. My breath is ragged, and my entire body is tense.
“Take it like a good girl,” Dawson says, gripping my waist tighter with his fingers, letting them dig into my skin.
It takes me a minute to get my bearings straight. The past five minutes feel like they’re straight out of The Twilight Zone, and I don’t know what’s happening. Part of me thinks this might be some kind of weird, fucked-up dream I’m having. But the pleasure building between my legs tells me something else entirely.
After a minute, I let out a whimper, and Dawson takes that as his cue to keep moving. He pumps himself in and out of me, slowly at first so I can feel every single moment. I want to keep myself from moaning, but I can’t. My mouth hangs open, and I barely recognize the sounds escaping my throat.
Dawson is practically growling behind me as his hands explore my body, sliding up my shirt and feeling all my curves. I don’t do anything to stop him. One hand reaches around to tease my clit while he continues thrusting, and it sends me over the edge once again. I feel myself tensing and throbbing, trying to bite back against the orgasm threatening to take a hold of me again.
“Oh my god, Dawson!” I cry out as I come for him, feeling how I clench around him and only make him harder with each spasm of my muscles.
Dawson grips me harder as he pumps, milking every drop of this pleasure from me. With each motion, he grows more frenzied, unable to fight back against whatever semblance of control he had before.
Dawson leans forward, brushing my hair aside as I’m whimpering and moaning from my orgasm.
I don’t have the wherewithal to argue with him right now. I just nod and focus on the pleasure building between us as he unleashes himself inside me. I feel every throb of his cock as it explodes.
Both of us cry out and moan together as the pleasure completely overtakes us. Something about Dawson losing control only turns me on more, and it elongates all the pleasure building.
When Dawson is finally finished, he pulls himself out of me, and I slump down on the desk, feeling the ecstasy still thrumming in my veins.
“Turn around and look at me,” Dawson demands. I roll over, leaning against the desk with my wobbly legs to see him pulling up his pants and collecting himself. I’m still breathless and in awe of what just happened. I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to any of this. “I meant what I said. Your pussy is mine from now on.”
My mind is running a million miles a minute, and I can’t even think of anything to say. It’s preposterous, and I know that, but I just stare at him in silence. After a moment, he grabs his phone from the desk and shoves it in his pocket.
“It’s time to leave,” he says before walking toward the door like nothing just happened.
I get dressed and run my fingers through my hair, trying to make sense of everything. What the fuck has happened to my life?
Chapter 9
Dawson
